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.
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.