May 1, 2023 - Leaps and Bounds
Worship:
Abba-Father, thank you for the beautiful weather, for clean and clear air, water, skies, soil and bodies. You are our healer and protector, our champion and defender. You are active and alive and moving in the world today. We agree and align with you, Father, and your plans for your people and planet. We call down and receive your peace, your joy, your glory, for the nation, in Jesus's Mighty Name! Amen!
Prophetic Poem:
Leaps and bounds, your love astounds.
Carpe diem, seize the day, there is no other way.
A love that last, from times long past.
These are the days of biblical times,
Set in sonnets, set in rhymes.
A cleansing is coming to clear the air,
The birds of a feather are safe with me there.
Total devastation and fear without ceasing,
For the devil and minions, I am decreasing.
For Lot and his family escaped the assault,
Don't turn around now for the pillar of salt.
Look straight ahead, look straight at Me,
For I Am the Path, the Gate, the Tree.
Woe to the wicked, indeed I did say,
For they've made their bed and now must lay.
Too many times I called them by name,
They refused to listen, they never came.
For now is the hour, the choosing is done,
For I Am the Father and He is my Son.
Together forever, all of us Three,
The Spirit completes our Holy Trinity.
Our aspects reflect our relational measure,
A bonding of family, our ultimate treasure.
One day this world will cease to exist,
A new heaven on earth will rise from the mist.
Better and brighter and bold in it's beauty,
Life without end, no more 'call of duty'.
Service to others and work for the pleasure,
My love poured on all, a love with no measure.
Come with me now, return to your Father,
Let go of the world and all of it's bother.
Seek first my face and kneel down to me,
Your future's assured, for with me you'll be.
Alive and excited, full of joy for tomorrow,
Glory for all - no need to beg or borrow.
The house that is stable is secured on my rock,
No rocking and rolling can buck you off.
Eight seconds remain on the ride of a lifetime,
Ding goes the bell and I throw you the life-line.
Grab hold my child and cling ever tighter,
It's about to get rough, but you're a fighter.
Rest in my peace and hide 'neath my wing,
Continue your prayers and let Me do My thing.
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