Poetry & parbles
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?
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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.