Come to me my little ones
March 4, 11:39 PM
Patti Young
In the stillness of a query, in the bedlam of the noise. Where do you sit? Where do you inquire? Is this Truth, that the just shall live by faith? Who is your master, whom do you seek in the darkness? Vastness, the darkness shall hover over the nations and the land. Were not the prophets foretelling of these things in the days of old? Search the scriptures, search my words, are not the answers hidden to all these mysteries and revelations? Inquires of man shall bring death at the hour that you thinketh not. Ask of me, inquire of me in every situation whether familiar or unfamiliar for I AM here to satisfy the longing of your soul. The wicked one lies in wait to take captive my people, but I alone for see all of his plans for I AM the master and nothing is unseen to me. I search the earth and go to and fro keeping those close to me that I hold dear. The time has come upon my people, upon the land, upon the nation’s, the times of great trouble. Stampedes, do you not hear the stampeding of the horses of war? The enemy has made planes to kill and devour as he is hidden in his secret place, but I know of his ways and devices. Come to me my little ones, come to me and inquire of my ways and my plans. Plans of safety and comfort and peace. Come away for a little while until the storm passes over, for I come quickly and my reward I bring with me.
