YeshuahComes
Beloved Warrior
Father I lift my hand up over this wicked world and evil hearts of men. I know from the beginning we did against you. I know my ancestors and all of our ancestors have done great wickedness before you. I know we are not worthy, and deserve to be cut off and destroyed. As I prepare to go to take care of the animals in this day and I see the koalas begging people for water my heart breaks again. Knowing that we are in the end of days and the wicked stands and the good falls to glorify you. I ask you to see us your servants in the world. Those that teach the WORD in truth without doctrine and without lies. Those of us who go out so all of the world can know you before that great and terrible day. We are few amoung the people Lord, and we are precious in thy sight. I know because again in the people's month of celebrating pagan deities, the world celebrated itself and none understood, you still sent Mary and Heather to us and gave us food. I know we have not fallen from your grace even as my soul howls from the wickedness of this world that thy hands have made. I ask you to see the little lambs that cry out in this day to you, to hear us as we plead for your lambs. Papa, have mercy as in the days of Lot, and cover us from your wrath. Have the blood cover us as in the days of Egypt. Bring us up out of the desert and bless the hands, hearts and souls of Mary and Heather and provide them with what they need. Give them the flour and the oil and fill their lamps. Amen
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