Transcribed Excerpt from Monday July 27, 2015 11:00 AM Livestream Broadcast

(Doyle Davidson with Paul Peters)

Psalm 143

 ¹ Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications: in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness.

 

² And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.

 

³ For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

 

⁴ Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

 

⁵ I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.

 

⁶ I stretch forth my hands unto thee: my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

 

⁷ Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

 

⁸ Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning; for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way wherein I should walk; for I lift up my soul unto thee.

 

⁹ Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies: I flee unto thee to hide me.

 

¹⁰ Teach me to do thy will; for thou art my God: thy spirit is good; lead me into the land of uprightness.

 

¹¹ Quicken me, O Lord, for thy name's sake: for thy righteousness' sake bring my soul out of trouble.

 

¹² And of thy mercy cut off mine enemies, and destroy all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.

 

I have read that Psalm hundreds of times. I just saw something—the man’s soul was persecuted, by the enemy, therefore, (therefore referring back to: the enemy hath persecuted my soul and smitten my life down to ground)—therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me.  My goodness sakes, God just showed me what’s happened to me. You see the enemy has smitten my soul, persecuted [it]. They do it with their tongues set on fire from hell, full of deadly poison, the soul, and not only that, but their sin has been laid upon my soul. And because my soul had been persecuted by the enemy, smitten down to the ground, therefore my spirit is overwhelmed.

 

³ For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

 

⁴ Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

 

My eyes—all because my soul was persecuted.

 

For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.

 

Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed—well, is this fun, have I had some kind of war, getting through all this? I guess I have.

 

You see my friends, I call you friends because you’re going to be one day, not my enemy; forty five years I have been at this, persecuted by many, everyone. No you didn’t mean to persecute me. I’m not saying say you did. I’m not condemning you. I’m not trying to make you feel bad; I’m telling you the truth.

 

And I’m telling you this, Ephesians 3:13 says my afflictions/tribulations, they are for your honor and that’s God’s choice, not mine.

 

But oh, does Psalm 143 mean more to me now than it did twenty minutes ago? Yes! Glory! You got my soul, and overwhelmed my spirit. I knew my spirit was overwhelmed, but I never…well, I just saw it, God showed me:

 

Your persecuting of my soul produced my spirit’s overwhelming.