Poetry & parbles
I was lead to a closed door named Restore. Before the door on the floor was a little book. Above the book there was a hook that looked like a bloody nail. Upon the nail I saw a Key that began to talk with me aggressively. To open the door you must not ignore the little book any more. As I began to read I felt the need to believe. Then as I believed I felt the need to leave judgment. That's when the Key began to speak to me again, this time as a friend. He said, do not dread for I have good ahead, but to proceed you need to know the Key. Then he said unto me, By my scars you are far from Davar=judgment. Instead you shall now be lead to my Chesed=grace. Then I saw the hair ripped from His face. Then at the end of time I had the final revelation come into my mind. The Key is Mercy, the key is mercy. Then the door named restore opened before me, and I entered the Kingdom of David.
As the fourth door opened and the davar of the nations began, I saw a brand new land. At first a very narrow hall that stripped all my pride as it pierced me at my side. With ladder stairs descending and all my theology ending, I came into a place of safety and grace. Then a psalmist stood upon this ladder of wood and gave me a secret that I had not understood. The noisome pestilence and arrow of war will not come behind door four. Then a cloud came and honored his claim and covered His name. With ladder at hand, a man was united with his clan. They came with loins of shame and coins of gold even as the scripture foretold. Many years were added, and the man became old. Then the mighty angel who held the safe door open during the great reset, took the unbelieving to the place of disgrace and regret. There they heard the final word on the matter. Yeshua HaMessiah was the Ladder.
The dark knight appeared as an angel of the city of light. Who or what gives you the right to use His angels to fight? For Jerusalem East is the ladder place I hold, his forked tongue told. If you be a son then come to the pinnacle of Moriah and fall forth into a dark winter. If it is your opinion that you are his son with dominion, then where are your angels? Or turn this stone into bread, and tell me what is ahead. Then I heard the truth of the Election. Thou shalt not tempt the Lord your God of Salem. Therefore, forever more, Depart from me father of Balaam. The City of gold shall forever remain the domain of the Sons of God, in Yeshua's name. Then came the ministering spirits.
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.