A word to outcasts.

This is for all of the people who feel like outcasts. The ones who never get called in church to be prophesied upon when the “Guest Prophet” comes to town. The ones that never get invited to any gatherings. The ones who were wrongly labeled as home wreckers and church dividers. God has a word for you.

He Heals the Brokenhearted

Psa 147:1 Praise ye the LORD: for it is good to sing praises unto our God; for it is pleasant; and praise is comely.

Psa 147:2 The LORD doth build up Jerusalem: he gathereth together the outcasts of Israel.

Psa 147:3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

Psa 147:4 He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.

Psa 147:5 Great is our Lord, and of great power: his understanding is infinite.

Psa 147:6 The LORD lifteth up the meek: he casteth the wicked down to the ground.

Psa 147:7 Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God:

Psa 147:8 Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.