Famine, Great Famine
November 12, 2019
Fear not little flock for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. I AM faithful. I AM true. I AM the way. I AM the truth. I AM the life. Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there any thing too hard for me? I have heard your prayers. I have seen your tears. I have put them in my bottle. I will heal you. I have. Do you believe this? Faith. Not sight. Your faith greatly pleases me. I know many of you are weary and longing. Many are feeling the pains of the wilderness in this last hour. Many heavy hearts in the earth, Many hearts have waxed cold. Beloveds look up. Lift up thy head. Why are you so downcast my beloved little flock. Rejoice I say unto you. Rejoice. I have overcome the world. Thus have you. I AM with you always. Never will I leave or forsake you. All things work together for good who love me, (GOD), to you who are called according to my purpose. Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them. I have loved you with an everlasting love, yes with kindness have I drawn thee. I AM most grieved with America. How I sorrow over the rejection I have received in America alone. How you have robbed me oh fallen nation of pride. Lean not on your own understanding, in all ways acknowledge me, I am directing thy path. I AM the good shepherd. I have given my life, my all for my sheep. Behold I come quickly, my rewards are with me to give every man according as his work shall be. In the twinkling of an eye all shall be changed. To all who are on the narrow path that few find…I say unto you…Great joy and eternal life is laid before thee. In an instant ye shall rejoice as ye not thought possible. My path…the narrow path ..the path of life is painful…and the few that be on so often travaileth in sorrow liken unto my own. The birth canal is dark and narrow painful but oh what joy awaits thee. Life. I will restore to you all the years the locusts have consumed. Believe me. I AM not a man, that I should lie; neither the son of man, that I should repent: hath I said, and shall I not do it? or hath I spoken, and shall I not make it good? So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. Vengeance is mine. I will repay. Oh Calvary, Calvary. The man of Sorrows hung. Poured out. Raised up, drawing all men unto him. The crushed head of the serpent …trodden underfoot Foolishness. Great folly. Silence. Midnight. Darkness. Darkness. Light extinguished. The horsemen ride. I had visited thee America and was treated most disgracefully in thy midst. Woe unto America as the harlot reaps what she has sown. My vengeance is stirred unto wrath. You say how have we robbed you LORD? I say unto you ..you I was a friend unto thee, I welcomed thee…calling without cease out to you… you who have lifted thy heel against me as to strike me, tossing my love outside the gate as unto wolves ..taking my most precious fruit from my vine! Friend turned foe are thee. Behold the wounds I have received in the house of my friends! The blood flows in your streets. The tears to match. Famine. Great famine where once was plenty. I shall strike with my sword and the fallen among thee shall be great. Wail…Howl… lamentations abounding in a nation who REJECTED God. Thus life. You grieve me America and thus ye shall grieve. Most severe shall the grief of America be. When thy truth is revealed great shall be thy mourning. Sackcloth and ash the attire worn by the multitudes. In destruction shall many live. In loss shall many gain. In pain shall many be reborn. In desolation shall many look up. In famine shall many be filled. Stripped are ye America. Naked. Bare. Exposed. To the slaughter oh ” Red, white and bruised” beaten, tattered and fallen nation of deception. Come all who love me…come all who are weary and heavy laden and I shall give thee rest. Come all ye wounded…come all ye broken hearted…crushed in spirit….come unto me…rest in me. For in an instant thy pain shall be unceasing joy. I will not disappoint thee. Healed. Restored. Eternal life. Thy desires of thy heart and so much more. Dry bones..live. parched souls..drink.
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