Poetry & parbles
Read Matthew 17, I heard the angels sing. Then on the Shabbat I saw a lot. The plot against the wall and the fence, and the betrayal by Pence. Since the beginning of the day, Lord you Jew said don't be mislead too. For many will come in My name to their own shame against the City called Shalom. Now come on, up to the Mountain of my transfiguration against the nations united. For they have collided with my zeal. Covid is still the art of his deal, for after 6 they shall no longer steal. Then I saw a cloud and heard the voice of Eliyah out loud. Build the tabernacle quick, for the candle has been lit and El shall not forget to demand the restoration of His land and people. Then I saw fire fall by his hand against America's two state plan. As the zeal becomes even more real, I feel the hand of the ancient man Mosheh. He had a rod in his hand and a brand on his forehead which said Hey. I will take away the remnant to the distant shore until every soul is restored. Then again the waters turned red and I heard it said...after 6.
Desperate and diseased I came to the church and feel on my knees. From the back pew I had hoped to see the king of the Jews. Then I saw the crucifix on the wall, and felt the judgment of them all. One by one they turned to glare at this sinner who had entered there. With each hypocritical stare I became more and more aware that perhaps I was not welcome there. Was it the dope or the smoke that made their fingers poke. Maybe the alcohol on my breath or my hidden lifestyle of death. Then the judge stood behind the pulpit and asked the jury to decide: pardon him or crucify? What was happening I wondered so dazed as a large wooden cross was quickly raised. Then it happened as the judge and jury surrounded me and proclaimed my guilt perceived. That I inwardly heard the word of Messiah say to me: Quickly, Leave.
Lord, it seems that everything is being turned upside down. Good is being called bad. A mom is really a dad. Sin is seen as rad, and hatred of the Christian and the Jew is the new fad. What do we do? Then I heard the Spirit of the Jew crucified for me and you. He said look up and look down. So I did. As I looked up into the sky all I saw was the land and the earth full of violence and chaos. Immorality in its fullness that was destroying even the atmosphere of the sky. It made me begin to cry for my grandchildren standing by. So grieved I hung my head, then I remembered what Jesus said. Look down. As I opened my eyes below, I saw the wind begin to blow. I was standing on a cloud that began to speak out loud. It said, Zion is a place, Zion is a land. Yeshua has not forgotten His plans. Behold I will bring forth a new nation bearing the fruits of the kingdom. Then the cloud parted and I fell down to the ground of a new world upside down.
Day after day the negative news spews its distorted views. Nothing new on the news, just more lies to try to steal my hope. Like a addict addicted to dope, like a fighter leaning on the rope, I feel cornered when I watch it, when I read it. Father, please forgive for I live in a state of compromise every time my eyes see these lies. Father please excuse, for my ears are full of bad news. For I wait and make myself be still until the real Truth speaks. Then the cloud departed and I saw the Three who give life unto me. The Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost. Their eyes looked into every nation searching for their creation. Then They saw it all, from the beginning til end and when the regeneration begins. Then the Father gave the Word to the Son and the Holy Ghost begun to run. He dispatched to each dry patch a seed that would need to be believed and watered. Then I heard their good and faithful Word say, Don't be deterred, use the water of the Word to water the Word.
I saw a woman in labour crying out in fame. Saying, close the womb, covid is not a game. Insert even more rules for the rurals, for these fools dirty my live stream. As she screamed in labour I also heard the voice of the Savoir. Then it all came to a head, every word that Isaiah had said. More will be the children of the barren than of the married wife of strife. But shall I bring it to life to only seal up the zeal? Shall a nation with room close up her womb? Behold, Vengeance is mine says the Devine, and today it is birthday time. For I am ardent about this deliverance. But shall I bring NZ to the birth and not cause my children to come first?
I saw the Lion under the altar in defense of Zion. As He arose the north and south poles became unfroze. Then I heard a whisper in my man that made me too under stand. What goes up must go down. For behold I will remove from the crown the very best of ground. The leaders are not believers and they rage against my plans. Denying the Savior they loose all my favor. Heavy burdens they place and take away My grace. Therefore must I wait no more to restore the distant shore as my secret garden. Pardon only the debt free who under stand with me. Take from the rest the very best asset of the lands and give it to a people who under stand. Then He touched me about the time of the evening oblation and I under stood for His nation.
Lord, I see thee so fair with your white hair coming down the stair, saying beware. Our world is in so much trouble, in such dire need. Conceded, your warning of Jerusalem was not heeded, and judgment was needed. But what now? With the gates closed and no one knows any further truth. Albeit the axe has been laid to the root. Moriah they shall no longer pollute. But my kin, when will I see them again? Then the Word stepped down and spoke again. Your need can only be filled with a seed. Ask the earth which came first, the harvest or the blade. But first they must be saved. For I gave them as a seed sown although the people have not known. Still I will see them rise now that Jerusalem has been compromised. After three days, behold before I was old, I was the seed of Abraham. The World Health Organization is a sham. Now, son of Ham, hold out your hand and I will give you a seed. Silver shall run short but my seed shall not. But hot are the days in which Israel shall be raised.
Then the Spirit moved upon the Word as I reddit. The gold is mine and the silver is mine. Behold we enter a new dispensation of time. But before you leave you must believe that you will receive payment for your bonds. Come on, borrow silver for tomorrow is Passover. My pure gold will take away your sorrow. But what is different about tonight? There is no distinction between wrong and right. But this I know, for your Menorah told me so: The silver has been mixed with dross, so the shorts will pay the costs. Yeshua, you are the boss, and the markets shall dread it, for I reddit.
Thus says the Son of Man, I read your peace plan and can no longer support you Don. I am the King, you are the pawn. All of Jerusalem belongs unto me. See, especially Mount Moriah. So don't pray unto me until you can see how important it is to me. I officially withdraw my ballot, and judge you with the temple's mallet. That cup of prosperity that was in your hand is now a cup of judgment for your proposed peace plan. You shall not divide my Holy land. Your pride you shall now swallow until you say Yershalayim is hallow ground.
Turn coat, yellow belly. Stir them up, then let us down. Perhaps the Left was Right, you are another clown in politic town. So I call your bluff, you are not tuff enough to make America great. Deep state wins again because you were never really Israel's friend. Betraying them with a grin to surrender their temple area again. Will this two state madness ever end? East Jerusalem was not yours to give, and now you want to live your life. Your wife has more grit. But still we will never forget the good you achieved. Although you betray us as you leave. You were right, the news is fake. But now you too have flaked. A forsaken base to save face. Who shall now take your place? Messiah, remember your chosen race. In the end you caved and gave them up to save your own skin. So pardon me again if I don't cow down as you bow down to the corruption. Traitor is my assumption, my conviction. So I give you an Arnold Benedict benediction. Yet the Right will still fight as you go gently into the night.
Curt Zant, not your typical author. He's had ranches in Texas and Oklahoma and has a love for the land and outdoors. During his walk with God, he has experienced the Almighty's compassion for both the Jewish people and their homeland, and wishes to relay this divine desire of restoration for Israel to the readers. Curt has recently moved to New Zealand. Purchase "I am the God of Israel" here.