Oct. 9, 2022 - Thanksgiving prayer and word
Worship:
Dear Father, Happy Thanksgiving to our amazing and wonderful Father who is so abundant and merciful. It is harvest time and this is the season of reaping what was sown. Father, we praise and thank you for a bountiful harvest of all this is GOOD AND LOVELY. Lord, we repent of any evil deeds, words or actions in our familial past. Forgive us, Father, where we may have been uncharitable or have fallen short. Father, help us and shine a light within us that we may purge any unkindness from within. Help us by pouring your peace, glory, love and compassion upon us, Lord. We receive it, we believe it and may we live and breathe it, so we may be good and acceptable citizens of Christ, our Lord and Saviour. Let us be humble and kind servants for you, Father. Blessed is your name, generous is your nature, merciful is your judgement, swift is your compassion for us. Tender is your love for us and protective of your children are you. Thank you, Father, for your enduring love, your everlasting provision and care and protection of your creation. All Glory to God in the HIGHEST. Amen and Amen.
~Glory, Glory, Glory~
Prophetic Poem:
No one will tell the time or the place.
An angel is coming with death on his face.
A harvest of souls is what he procures,
My children will be gone when that occurs.
I'll call out my reaper, one final time,
For after he's finished, life is sublime.
Yes, my child, I tell it plain,
A release from torture, bondage and pain.
This is the year when all comes to rest,
The time of events, I keep close to my chest.
Myriad movements of angels and demons,
A find line is drawn in actions between them.
For I am a God of blessing and cursing,
Their greedy grip on my children, I am reversing.
I have ways of protecting my children,
In the final hour, when I must burn them.
In the lake of fire, of no returning,
A sudden blast, with no forewarning.
My children are safe, embraced in my arms,
I will keep them safe, away from harm.
A new Earth; lovely and grand will appear,
My Glory descends and abides with you here.
A perfect existence, the way I intended,
An end to the thief and all he pretended.
I'm closing the book, this chapter in time,
A brand new story, where ALL WILL BE MINE.
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