Yet In War I Pour Out My Grace

I offer the full extent of my open palms of grace.  I offer a place that you may relinquish your sin and step into the light of my grace.  I take your pleading heart and nourish it with the grace of my words, the grace of my spirit, and the grace of the love of my son who sits besides me and beckons that more might embrace this balm of truth.

“Come.  Rest your weary heart upon my bosom.”

“I give you the song of life, the voice that calls you out of the dry places, I am the living waters that refresh your soul.”

Rejoice I say, rejoice.  It is your song of thanksgiving that I might give you many blessings in an abundance of joy though there be sorrows abounding.   Your heart cries, even your bowels feel the bitterness of evil, that your prayers mount for the release of a nation in chains.   Pray for those who fight for liberty and rightful life.  Pray for those who shed their blood for freedom for you have been given yours at the price of the precious blood.  The fields and streets are defiled in the actions of war, yet I will pour out my grace that even one finds the way.

A new nation rises out of the ashes of destructive forces.  Pour your prayers upon this nation of ancient places for the devil must flee from light and suffers from my grace.  The leader is falling and will run and hide.  Persevere my chosen that you be the beacons of light to flourish the fields.   God’s Prophecy, The Daily Prophet

 

 

Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” Mat11:30 mssg

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