[creedsister]

Blessed be the lord my strength which teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight my goodness and my fortress my high tower and my deliverer; my shelid my shelid and he in whom i trust ' who subdueth my people under me lord what is man that thou takest knowlege of him or the son of man that makes acount of him man is like to vanity his days are as shadow that passes away bow thy heavens O Lord And Come Down and touch The Moutians And they Shall Smoke CAST FORTH THE LIGHTING AND SCATER THEME SHOOT THY ARROWS AND DESTROY THEME send thine hand from above rid me and deliver me out of the great waters from the hand of the strange children whose mouth speakeath vanity And their Right Hand is FalseHood