Poetry & parbles
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.
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.
Then I read in red what Messiah had said. Like a thief in the night will I come for the right. But Lord he had no right to take the election by night. Will there be a fight? For the theft of the left is obviously wrong. Still I will sing the new song. Then I saw upon the Mountain, the reason of it all. A ram caught by his yovel trying to sell his theft of your city as a peace plan ditty. Then I heard this word. Thus says the Lord God, the peace plan is a fraud. Therefore the election will be undecided until Jerusalem is left undivided. Those who try to steal my zeal will feel the frustration of my aggravation. A house divided shall not stand to divide my house. Grief unto the thief.
Forsaken and taken from judgment I heard a Lion define a new dispensation of time. The roaring forties blew and I knew what it alluding to. Every fortieth Jubilee the wind blows and the men of mercy know. It is now time to go. For as it is written, the righteous are smitten, but the merciful are taken away from the trouble on the Way.
On a walk to talk with the Lord, my current situation began to be outpoured. With the overwhelming loss of liberty and freedoms I felt so grieved. But still it was time that I was soon to leave. So before I go I know that I must believe. So I prayed and made my petition known. Lord, I want freedom as I go home. The testing, the mask and the quarantine at last: will you give me liberty over these please? I ask you here on my knees. Then I felt the Wind and heard a voice from within. Eggs and bread, the Spirit said. Remember the Word of Messiah in red. Would you give instead of eggs and bread, a serpent or a stone? Don't you want the Liberty and Freedom to come home? Then come on, ask of Me for the Holy Ghost and see if He is not the Spirit of Freedom and Liberty.
My O my, what was up with that fly? What saith thy Adonai? As birds fly, I will defend Jerusalem. Then again, i heard the Word, As birds fly I will defend Jerusalem. Then again, As bird flu, said the Jew of Kings. Watch the little things I do. Bird flu? Is that the same as covid too? Is this what the fly was alluding to? Then it made sense. There will be a recompense. Since Pence should have known, Jerusalem is your undivided home. Yet a fly alone has shown what he refused to know. What a sign assigned, that a fly could steal his time. Then I heard the Lion roar: more will be the theft of this fly, for America will next cry.
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.