What a particular nation, those I had chosen from the rubble of the world. I created two who might take care and grow a perfect family and faith filled nation, yet since that time sin entered my perfect garden. I watched as each nation grew, filled with anger and thirst for possessions and blood that they even sacrificed their own flesh and blood to the calling of evil gods, in offerings of those secret places even of the youngest, making all slaves to the god of the world, he who wanted to be as me, he who took a third of my nation of angels to be his slave army for they have no escape.
With one soul who believed I prepared a way, that he and his might escape when I called for the great waters. Yet sin lingered in the members, seeds of perdition that again would flourish where fear opened his grin.
And always I provide a way, and greater nations abound and my chosen are a nation of nations, my chosen were a nation out of more rubble, and signs, miracles and wonders followed because of one or because of the few who stood and believed.
I call my chosen and those who believe to come together as one nation out of the rubble of many nations, for evil hangs on to stir troubles in many ways, playing in the fields of young minds, ministers of policies, judges of commerce.
I call those who believe to stir the fires of my spirit for I have given you the mantle of power and might, and reach out through the rubble that has become the many nations to those who will hear and believe that all who will stand will hear before the coming of the day of extinction of the many sin filled nations that my nation of nations be saved with the believers. This is my word this day. God‘s Prophecy, The Daily Prophet