5775.04.13

~ She Is Always First ~

It Is Impossible To Be Lost When Taylor Is First. She Is Made To Last Forever.

  • Sundown March 13, 2016 Dawns Hebrew Day 358 of 383;
  • Day 353 + 358 = 711;
  • Day 706 + 358 = 1064;
  • Day 798 + 266 = 1064 [798 = 5775.04.04];
  • Day 19 * 56 = Back To Taylor;
  • Day 900 + 164 = 1064;
  • At 266 * 4 = 1064;
  • Day 1064 + 39 = Passover;
  • Day 1064 + 42 = Resurrection Day;
  • Day 1064 + 46 = First Fruit;
  • Day 1064 + 25 = Christmas Day or The End of Days;
  • Day 1064 + 88 = 1825 + 63;
  • Day 1089 + 358 = 1447;
  • From 2012.08.18 + 1300 = 1447 {Actual Placement};
  • Day 1089 + 711 = 1800;
  • Day 1825 – 1800 = 25;
  • Day 1776 + 24 = 1800;
  • Day 1089 + 1064 = 2153;
  • Day 2539 + 358 = 2897.

Psalm 80 ~ The Message (MSG)

An Asaph Psalm

80 1-2 Listen, Shepherd, Israel’s Shepherd—
    get all your Joseph sheep together.
Throw beams of light
    from your dazzling throne
So Ephraim, Benjamin, and Manasseh
    can see where they’re going.
Get out of bed—you’ve slept long enough!
    Come on the run before it’s too late.

God, come back!
    Smile your blessing smile:
    That will be our salvation.

4-6 God, God-of-the-Angel-Armies,
    how long will you smolder like a sleeping volcano
    while your people call for fire and brimstone?
You put us on a diet of tears,
    bucket after bucket of salty tears to drink.
You make us look ridiculous to our friends;
    our enemies poke fun day after day.

God-of-the-Angel-Armies, come back!
    Smile your blessing smile:
        That will be our salvation.

8-18 Remember how you brought a young vine from Egypt,
    cleared out the brambles and briers
    and planted your very own vineyard?
You prepared the good earth,
    you planted her roots deep;
    the vineyard filled the land.
Your vine soared high and shaded the mountains,
    even dwarfing the giant cedars.
Your vine ranged west to the Sea,
    east to the River.
So why do you no longer protect your vine?
    Trespassers pick its grapes at will;
Wild pigs crash through and crush it,
    and the mice nibble away at what’s left.
God-of-the-Angel-Armies, turn our way!
    Take a good look at what’s happened
    and attend to this vine.
Care for what you once tenderly planted—
    the vine you raised from a shoot.
And those who dared to set it on fire—
    give them a look that will kill!
Then take the hand of your once-favorite child,
    the child you raised to adulthood.
We will never turn our back on you;
    breathe life into our lungs so we can shout your name!

19 God, God-of-the-Angel-Armies, come back!
    Smile your blessing smile:
    That will be our salvation.

The Message (MSG)Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson

 

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