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Shrugging Shoulders or Bended Knees?

(Received: 10.8.2019)


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The nation is on the brink of much turmoil, unlike anything ever seen (Psalm 75:3). What is your response, shrugging shoulders or bended knees? Ask for mercy or cry in fear (Psalm 112:4)? Would I withdraw my hand of protection over you America? Would I protect you now, now that you have rejected Me in favor of your gods (Psalm 81:9)? What can I do for you, now, that has not already been done long ago (John 3:16, Romans 3:25)?


The enemy encroaches and you are not the wiser (Exodus 23:22, Romans 13:4), still clinging to a person (Psalm 118:8, Psalm 146:3, Jeremiah 17:5-6, Proverbs 29:25) to save you from loosing your right to capital gains and more tax exemptions. How futile are your attempts to hold on for more (Luke 12:15). I AM the more you need. If you would heed My warnings, I could save you from all that decays. If you would wake up from misplaced loyalty to men (Jeremiah 6:13), I could lead you to green pastures of peace and prosperity (Hebrews 13:5-6).


Were it not for those who pray in secret for this nation (Luke 5:16, Matthew 6:6) unassumingly and in humility, your lot would be very different than it is now. The prayers of a righteous few are what has delayed the day of encounter with your enemies (1 Peter 5:8).

I have heard their purity of heart (1 Peter 3:12) for My continued involvement in this nation. Nations have always had a remnant reserved for Me, The God of Heaven (2 Chronicles 34:21, Ezra 9:8, Isaiah 10:22).


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POEM: Chosen One's


You are My Chosen One's

Laying down your lives

You picked up and

Steadfastly chose Mine.


Therefore, My choice wine

Of sweet communion

You drink till your

Soul is completely satisfied

By My true wine of life

My life in you.


This wine, Chosen One's has no end

And it will see you into an eternal end

For in the end, the only hope of glory

Will be made available to all who drink

Of Me, now, in this temporary place.


This place of preparation for

My eternal grace established so long ago

For all of My Chosen One's

Your temporary afflictions pale in comparison

To your eternal glory.


The grievous days ahead

Will certainly bring dread

But you My Chosen One's

Will give out My bread of life

My wine of My life.


And My praises will be heard

By those who will seek Me

And come out of dense dread

That is just ahead.


Drink of Me My Chosen One's

For in My life, fear has no place

In My life, My love spreads to all

In need of hope.


For in hope, there is faith

And through faith all is

Possible with Me

Your eternal Hope of Glory.








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