These prophesy/poems came to me ALL day Easter-06
My children, sons and daughters I'm pleased you've sought my Way
But in this amoral world, where I've allowed the wicked one to play, you must be wise and listen, to what I have to Say
The battle that takes place, your eyes
you must each and every day, look
and listen to Me
The biggest error that I see , the one that makes Me cry,
Is that you listen to the spirits , but don't check that is , I
told you in My Word, it's very very clear,
he does come as an angel of light,
his lies he'd have you hear.
So don't count on those thought and words
that you think always come from Me,
but go to my Word and affirm ,
what you think to be
Cause if you think My word you can leave,
in a drawer or on a shelf
cause your line to Me seems true .
Your doing just exactly what,
satan wants, you to.
He'll tell you lies that seem so true , for just like Me, he knows, you too
I didn't give him your thoughts to see ,but all the rest of you,
what you say and do, make you easy prey,
If in My Word and affirmation, you aren't willing to stay
If you could, but see, the ugly beast that guides your life each day,
cause you think you hear my voice, and think he doesn't hear you pray
The sight would bring you to your knees and make you scream with fear, that, that, is what you listen to, that, that, is what you hear
He'll use his loud and familiar voice to try to lead your way.
My soft still voice is calling you, to my Word and patience too,
for you to confirm the thoughts you think
and from my Holy place
through prayer and being in my Word
Nothing can take their place.
So on this lovely Easter morn, when at my house you kneel
Don't trust in what you think you know,
don't trust in what you feel
But rather renew in your heart
to always seek my voice,
for if my Word, doesn't confirm and affirm
your each and every choice.
you will be hindering and risking a song you cannot hear:
The angels, who rejoice,
at you being mine and having your name
in my awesome book of life
And when the time comes for Me
to stand at your side,
How awful it would be, I if I had to say to my Father,
In Me, did he not, abide.
So I can't claim him as My Own , with his master, he must reside
Art proctor 4-16-06