Poetry & parbles
Day after day the negative news spews its distorted views. Nothing new on the news, just more lies to try to steal my hope. Like a addict addicted to dope, like a fighter leaning on the rope, I feel cornered when I watch it, when I read it. Father, please forgive for I live in a state of compromise every time my eyes see these lies. Father please excuse, for my ears are full of bad news. For I wait and make myself be still until the real Truth speaks. Then the cloud departed and I saw the Three who give life unto me. The Father, the Word, and the Holy Ghost. Their eyes looked into every nation searching for their creation. Then They saw it all, from the beginning til end and when the regeneration begins. Then the Father gave the Word to the Son and the Holy Ghost begun to run. He dispatched to each dry patch a seed that would need to be believed and watered. Then I heard their good and faithful Word say, Don't be deterred, use the water of the Word to water the Word.
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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.