Aug. 12, 2022 - Do not go gentle into that good night

Worship:

Abba-Father, holy is your name!  Thank you, Father, for your goodness, your protection and prosperity.  That you a God of More than enough and you have blessed our family in innumerable ways.  We celebrate and give thanks to the Trinity for all things good and plentiful.  Amen and Amen.

**Holy, holy, holy - Lord, God Almighty!**

Prophetic Poem:

Do not go gentle into that good night,

For the Lord hath plans to alleviate plight.

Miracles, signs and wonders, so many things,

Freedom for his children; he cuts satan's strings.

The power grab he made, from a distant star,

A spectacle and charade; it didn't get very far,

His plans were so much greater, but he was stopped in his tracks,

His influence over governments and monumental quacks.

Your Father-God in heaven, has had about enough,

Before, he was playing softball, but now he's getting tough.

I let the devil have his day, he thinks that he is winning,

He didn't count I'm last at bat and a home run in last inning.

We'll slide across the homeplate, before the ball is found,

Our adversary has lost - Big Time - and now he's going down.

It's all a show, but moving slow, my children - so deluded.

It's taking time, so we 'busta rhyme' until the plans concluded.

I already know how long it takes, I've known since the beginning,

Events unfold, it's all foretold; relax, enjoy - we're winning!

Your Father, the Host, they all make toast, so best begin a-grinning,

Before summer's end, my Trump will be in and the enemies head will be spinning.

One last 'kick at the cat', Obama is back and the world will soon discover,

Who's really at fault, as Biden defaults and the enemy cannot recover.

So hold tight, my love, your Father above, will make a mighty gesture,

A wave of His hand will restore this land, be ready for Holy Vesture.

My children undone, freedom and fun, return with my one and only,

Love's in the air, all will be fair, no one lost, sad, or lonely.