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THIS IS A PROPHECY GIVEN BY KENNETH. E. HAGIN on February 1975 The Word of the Lord came unto me further saying: “Prophesy thou unto this people and say thou unto them, like a mighty army, like a mighty army, like the tramping of a mighty army the forces of evil are tramping down the road to Armageddon. Yea, like a mighty army gathering force as it goes, joined on one hand by these people and on that hand, the other hand, by other people. The army of the enemy is marching on. Marching on though they know not where. Marching on for they march in spiritual darkness, and there is no light in the tenement of their dwelling. Even in their spirits, for their spirits lie in darkness, and they are under the control of the wicked one. But be not fearful of the tramping, tramping, tramping of the armies of the wicked. Be not fearful of the sound
My Sweet Babies, A light gleams in the darkness, gentle, soft in the calmness of night. I am writing this under the tender glow of candle because I have this odd mindset that it is more in keeping with my poetic nature. Your dad is weird like that. I am hunched over my journal with a pen clutched in my hand; my brain is racked beyond words. It is a pleasant agony however thinking about the poetic phrases and chic clauses that would form this letter. For the first time in my life I am truly speechless. You see your daddy prides himself on being a connoisseur on words but right now those words that will hopefully capture your mother’s heart are seeping through my mind cracks. My heart is awfully overwhelmed by the reality that I, small me, will bring (via your mother) another being(S) into this blue globe. I cannot imagine the words that would welcome you home.
The way He dotes on me, His eyes glistening with delight He calls me into Himself – He the Father, and I, loved by the Lover embraced and engraced, till all that is night becomes light He sings sweetly to me softly first, then like a river His voice washes over me… “twinkle, twinkle little star for in my hands I shall heal all your scars” I find that I am lost in HIS infinity, where are my fears and tears? where are my worries? petty squabbles that left me disgruntled… all at once He is to me the centre of all eternities the conflux of infinities Oh such absurdity that He should be mindful of me, one such as He… I stare… eyes wide with wonderment, As He unveils his majesty! I scream… His seamless robe and his nail pierced hands, round me He wraps them! tearing away my filthy garment, He kneels… and the angels gaze in awe
Out of the blues
and without a clue
I found a poem
that turned my head
“quickly” said I
let us blog this rhyme
and tickle “le readers”
with poetic chime…
– The Wordsmyht
ENJOY THIS POEM
You can’t make an omelette without breaking some Eggs,
I’ll let no harm come to her Legs.
You can’t be alive and still be Dead,
I’ll let no injury come to her Head.
Don’t you Understand,
I’ll let nothing break her Hand.
I’ll let no one step on her Toes.
You can’t speak well without beautiful Lips,
I’ll let no man touch her Hips.
You can’t be wise and still tell Lies,
nothing bad will touch her Eyes.
You can’t be in pain and not shed Tears,
I’ll let nothing happen to her Ears.
You can’t move without walking on the Street,
no evil shall come near her Feet.
No matter how far we are Apart,
I will never break her Heart.
If she asks me for a million and one Things,
I won’t get tired of giving her till the fat lady Sings.
If she keeps coming Back,
there is nothing good she will ever Lack.
When we go to the shopping Mall,
I’ll pay for it All.
If she wants More,
I’ll buy the whole Store.
If she’s afraid to Ask,
I’m up to the Task.
My sweet Honey,
deserves my Honey.
I’ll let her scatter it in the Air,
because there’s really nothing There.
If she wants the sun and Moon,
I’ll get it Soon.
If she wants the Stars,
I’ll buy her planet Mars.
If she comes Again,
I’ll take her to Spain.
If she needs more Space,
I’ll buy a bigger Place.
If she wants my last Dime,
I’ll give it to her on Time.
from the Rhyme Master