Ancient of Days

We, your people, make an appeal to you, the Ancient of Days, who holds all things in your power. The rise and fall of nations, the shaking of the foundations of evil…that too, is in your control. You see and judge the matters of all people. A nation’s power compares to a drop in a bucket against your grandeur and governance.

We repent of the arrogance of unbelief in our own lives. Search our hearts and remove pride or vain musings of loftiness because whatever we are is from you. We have your strength by the power of the Holy Spirit. And we crumble in humility as we lay our crowns, whatever laurels we’ve achieved, at your feet.

Ancient of Days, we ask you to open the judicial books on behalf of your holy ones who inherit the kingdom set aside for us. We longingly wait and anticipate the only unshakeable kingdom in the earth that is promised to us. Every promise spoken by you must overtake the circumstance. Look on the evil that we, the holy ones, are crushed under. Your beloved suffer worldwide as wickedness and sorcery abound. We know the times are in your hands. We ask that you shake your royal robe of the dust of their evil as a witness against them.

(Selah, holy pause)

We celebrate your might and power that compares to nothing else we know! You speak and it is done!

We request of the Most High that unity among the wicked is disbanded and their webs of deceit against your people annihilated. Dispense confusion among them destroying the evil ziggurat they are building. Confuse their plans and disperse them in every direction accomplishing none of their schemes.

Stand up as a mighty warrior on behalf of the righteous. Scatter the wicked and gather the righteous in your strong tower of protection.

Amen and amen. You are justice!