Poetry & parbles
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.
The attack came, wave after wave, against the saved. You must vaccinate or die... try after try. My o my. Then I asked, Lord why? Immediately I heard the Spirit of Adonai like a flash of light. It was so bright it blinded the night. But I could no longer see in reality. Father, help me, I cant see what the news is saying. He responded not, so I started praying: Father forgive for I live in a secular society. Alrighty, said the Almighty. Then came the same flash. This time it muted all the believers and polluted their cash. So they could not hear the fear on the news, nor could they use the systems money. Then spoke HaShem unto them: Awake, take up your zeal. Be moved by the words I speak, not by what you feel. Its time to walk by faith, not by sight. This is your Devine right.
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.