‘Spilling of Blood’

Do you really believe that God doesn’t speak to us anymore? How is it that the world’s society as a whole have come to this? Have you ever questioned this? Do you know why? Are you not concerned to the why of it? Just the answers to these questions should have you rattled.

 Spilling of Blood
(A Plea for the Innocent)
 
Lord†, is it of mercy
as esther pleaded for her people
that I plead for all the innocent
all those defenseless souls
struggling for hope
as they are submerged in hate
as they are submerged in the greed of others
–innocent lives sold for sex
as those buying and selling
worship and praise–
proclaiming it is all right
in God's† eyes!
 
Lord†, I plead for them
I beg for Your† hand to come
to slam into these fools
for stealing the innocence
for robbing their dignity, their grace
 
Lord†, it's all over the earth
every where I turn–
I see beauty and nature
but lying beneath this mask
is what's smothering Your† love
 
condemned, I stand
suffering with all the innocent
pillaged, I withstand
hate and angry words
from those unhealed
–those who cause strife
those who spread bitterness
 
Lord†, I feel Your† heart
I feel Your† disappointment
I feel Your† disapproval
–please bring comfort
to all those putting their souls
in Your† hands
for their bodies are sold
to the highest bidder
all declaring it is right
in God's† name!
 
Lord†, this isn't just one nation
Lord†, this isn't just one people
it's all over the earth
the darkness has consumed them
–God's† veils have reached the maximum
they do not see
as God's† prophets of the past
deemed...to say it will be
IT IS!
 
Lord†, Your† time is coming
those with malicious hearts
those will never be allowed to see
–this, as God's† servant, I understand
 
Lord†, I ask for those in see
I ask for those with good hearts
–they stand the victims
of the blind
Lord†, I ask that You† continue
to keep their hearts pure
whatever comes to them–
in their suffering
at the hands of the blind
give them the strength
to remain in You†
give them the strength–
in all the wickedness around them–
to understand Your† unconditional love
give them the strength–
in their given gift of free will
to continue to choose You†, Lord Jesus†
so that God's† kingdom
will be their inheritance
 
as I write this–
I humbly pray for the broken–
those in the mince of their choosing
may they make the right choice
may their veils be removed
and they see Your† grace
they see the energy of God†
all around them
–bring them their salvation
so when it's time
a proper room will be prepared for them
 
help those weak in faith
help those lost to the bad shepherds
help them discover Your† truth
help them see God's† wrath
help them see why He† is so angry
 
as I write this–
as a servant of God†
I know this world will see worse
I know the war is escalating

I humbly pray for the innocent
I humbly pray for the good in heart
I humbly pray for those fighting
through the tests God† has them in
 
I humbly pray that they come to understand
that God† is always in charge
–all good, all evil
God† is the Alpha, the Omega
 
I humbly pray that they come to understand
what You†, Jesus the Christ†, meant by saying:
 
'everyone is invited, but not everyone gets in'
 
may the innocent take it into advisement:
Your† hand is their only salvation
 
this my loving, gracious Brother†
this my humble Lord Jesus the Christ†
I ask in God's† righteous glory
for His† wrath be spared
to leave the innocent with humble hearts
and lighted souls
 
this, God's† humble servant
ask and beg
for those who remain in You†
for ever and ever
amen

(January 19, 2020)—Since the middle of last year, I have been led to Esther over and over again, and each time there’s something new pointed out to me. Today was no exemption. The two Scriptures that I include here point out this: Standing up for the innocent. Standing up to the adversary, the bully, the mean people of the world.

Last night I was led to a documentary titled, ‘Iraq’s Secret Sex Trade’. I had no idea. I have been led to this abuse of ‘sex‘ since I began this journey. In the Visions, in the last of the visions, God points out this horrible truth. It was a horrible thing to write about and it was an even more horrible thing to see! He told me in the visions that these things were happening now. I didn’t want to believe that. So, He’s been showing me examples of all of it around the world.

To be a witness to abuse in its ugliness is the saddest of things. I have been saying that ‘everything is not what it seems’ and it has been pointed out to me over and over the truth in that.

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‘In Truth’s Décor’

To love Unconditionally is a Choice that allows us not to give up hope when all seems lost. Healing is a Choice as well. It takes courage and strength…that of a Warrior. Love yourself. You ARE that important. God Bless!

 In Truth's Décor
 
esther's story's secretly woven‒
giving all a simple token
‒divine truth goes unbroken–
surviving through symbols‒
weaved into carefully
chosen words
‒begging those in hear:
 
open ears
to what is served
‒awards given
to those in deserve
 
all's well in the token‒
driven to a back-there look
in divine truth's beginning
 
(the two and zero
of grace given)
 
twelve's woven...over and over‒
in weaving words in deem
taken from the awakening
of enlightened nineteen
leaving behind
that of zero and seven
and a solemn maiden's hand‒
as she earnestly plows through
a worded, forgotten lace
as a man devours the beauty
of a woman's face
 
hungrily devouring God's†
carefully-placed words
–capturing in her web
the warmth of their embrace
‒opening up all  her
tormented traps
as He lifted His welcoming hat‒
giving what
her world...lacked
 
spring forward...years buried‒
learning the Way
in this worded maze
over and over‒
appearing through haze
divine passages‒
screaming out their maze
 
'look, look, look‒
there's more than words
in this book!'

 
in all these wording roots
listening, hearing‒
the spirit-driven cue
‒she knew exactly
what to do:
carefully orchestrate
explanation's verbate
through a divine magistrate‒
without breaking
golden rules
set by those
who hold the glue
 
don't be lost
in that of fool‒
there's an awakening
in two
–so listen
for the one tiny clue‒
for together
not two but three
‒do away with deception
for the better of the few
 
understand the coming mates‒
tally up this circle of eight
‒a player of aces and eights
where future holds dates
…and it's never in late
 
the cards...held by Thee†
‒oh the power of three!‒
built up the one and only Son†
who personally chose the one
a simple man's son
‒revealing truth
on fingers counting five
trying to live, stay alive
 
bringing troubles
screaming‒
I feel like I'm fifteen!
 
believing what seemed lost–
can never be redeemed
–not seeing the growing
of the unseen vine
‒driven solely
by the one who's Divine†
 
when all brought together‒
revealing the mercy
in signs
‒grace given
in the sum of nine
 
listen, listen, listen
there's so much more‒
in esther's given token
a weave already woven
spoken in words written
for destiny not forsaken
 
seven maids entered her den
seven years...the first begin
 
a year for the reviving‒
think of the twelve
apostles setting out to build
‒rethink
that back-there twelve
a beginning in mend
when in comes‒
the simple in friend
 
as came the twelve plus the one
‒Jesus...the one and three
of thirteen‒
the father of love in stream
awakens a rose in need
–fulfilling truth's chosen destiny
 
from His† reason in be‒
life formed
from a lover's spirit
as the whiff
of an october's harvest
‒the breathe of the tenth
opened gates
in a lustful ingest
‒a beginning
in awakefulness
 
from esther's gentle cave
her company of seven maids‒
thinkings of seven years
of  trails and testings‒
a tally in fourteen
‒a maiden forgetting
what was seen
like that of the king–
a thrown away dame
placing cards
on a lover's flame
 
truth's awakening‒
always comes in blind
as hormonal lights
screams again...fifteen!
–discovering
a woven-in beam
by God's† driven stream‒
the maiden awakens
in believe‒
like loving in a dream
feeling...again‒
the age of sweet sixteen
 
revelation...esther brings‒
as strife
came to her king
like waves of a hurricane
mixed with sways of cane
days to months‒
built in time
adding up
across the line‒
in whispers
of a spiritual nine
‒a constant set in design
to be the soul keeper
in remind
 
then time came‒
to shift the scene
like the brave age
of seventeen
building up
to that of nineteen‒
that ending of teen
‒steps in the makings
of a great king
 
a maiden looking back‒
the makings of a queen
twelve months‒
in a beauty's regime
‒six in the oils of myrrh
‒six in cosmetics and perfumes
living in the palace of a king
‒within months
counting twenty-four‒
she lived in the dream
of a true queen‒
fighting behind screens
for the better
of her king
 
in the spirit of nine‒
the mince of a hurricane
combining twenty-four
lights replacing rain
all adds up
to God's willing beam:
 
the spirit of three
along side the strength of three
moving carefully‒
a well-driven destiny
 
oh, gentle morning dove‒
look, look, look
the tone of esther in see‒
in that first month
in that twelfth year
‒the awakenings
of one and three
 
as two lived, two died
‒the takings of four
in the give
‒the getting and giving‒
for hearts to survive
 
as in the building
of an awakening‒
that of one and three
as a written record
of beautifying the heal‒
that of one and three
‒the beautiful sway
of thirteen
 
as came the twelve plus the one
‒Jesus...the one and three
of thirteen†
the father of love in stream
awakens a rose in need
–fulfilling truth's chosen destiny
 
all in the makings
of a king
‒over-looking
ten thousand talents
‒given then resented
then worked for
in a manifested dream
‒without thought
of the connected ream
 
as...seven years
in begin
as in the twelve
plus the One
‒Jesus...the one and three
of thirteen
 
oh, the pages
of esther's revelation!
a broken-down‒
spiritual enlightenment
leaving a mystery‒
in driven
an ending and a beginning
‒a moving to a second
in time
where there's no drawn lines
for God's right on time
 
as brought...again and again‒
one plus two plus seven plus eight
one and eight
‒the grace of nine
the breathing
of God's pure light
 
as one plus two plus seven plus nine
one and nine...the single
of one
God's number in sign
‒the highest in Divine!
 
bringing together
all this rhyme‒
 
esther's beauty‒
by a king...seen
but not just her beauty‒
captured his gleam
‒the beauty
of her hearing
really made her
his queen
 
in all awakenings–
there's forgiving
for all comes to an end
bringing in a new begin
–a carefully woven token
revealing God's†
enlightened scene
the sum...that of nineteen
where alls...not what it seems
–for in the sum
comes the means–
where the one and the nine
builds in ten
simplifying to the One†
who...above all else‒
is the infinity
of the sum!
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