The Deliverance Ne†work

“Take heed O children of the wind, for your time draws near. The Vicar of My Son immolates the people. You, my sentinels in the watchtowers have this to say:

Pride and prejudice shall be no more.  Bastions of security will be found amongst the cities at the gate.  True Presence of My Son becomes a grace for all peoples.  Rivers flow in the desert.

You are called to the watchtower, O sentinel of my people.  The hearts of many grow weary and peace stills.

Guard your hearts, for the thief is coming in the night.  My time is at hand. Grace flows like a river in a desert. Wildflowers grow.  Precious the one who, though weary, immolates my people.

Have faith, My child, for my grace is upon you and you shall see rest. Soon, very soon, I tell you, peace will come to all peoples, for the Day of the Lord is at hand and His justice is sure.

My Heart grows weary at the sight of so much abomination and My Hand can hold no more.  Rise, O you peoples of the East, for the betrayer is at hand, ready to knock on your gate.

Precious the few who stand. They will be like mountains.  Gather my people, the elect, from the four corners of the wind.  Make ready, for the Day of the Lord has come.

Bastions at the gate give heed to the battle cry, for High and Mighty is the Lord.  He has heard My people cry.  Great rain falls upon the peoples and the just shall have their reward.

The time draws near for the Prince of the Heavenly Host to be a champion for the people.  The cry of justice is heard. With a shout does He spring forth upon the people.

Make way, O you land of Jerusalem, for my people cry.  No more is there to be bloodshed and war and abomination in the sight of the Lord.

My hand rests.  True to the Word of God.  Amen