They're not going to do it. They're not going to impeach him tomorrow. Something is going to happen–something astonishing. I don't what it is, but something.
God, I pray against those who seek to harm your anointed. Visit them. Send your angels by the thousand to strike deathly fear into your enemies. Loose their loins and send them trembling in your Holy Presence. Drive terror into their gut that their hearts should fail. Bring them to shame. Strip them naked before the world. Lift up your servants and your anointed. Show the world that you are God.