As a woman with child drawing near the time of her delivery is in pain and writhes and cries out in her pangs, so we have been before You—at Your Presence, O Master. We have been with child, we have been writhing and in pain; we have, as it were, brought forth only wind. We have not wrought any deliverance in the earth, and the inhabitants of the world of Israel have not yet been born.
Your dead shall live O Master; the bodies of our dead set apart ones shall rise. You who dwell in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For Your dew O Master is a dew of sparkling light—heavenly, supernatural dew; and the earth shall cast forth the dead to life again; for on the land of the shades of the dead You will let Your dew fall. As it is written in Ezek. 37:11-12.
Come, my people, enter your chambers and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until the Master’s wrath is past.
For behold, the Master is coming out of His place—heaven to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity; the earth also will disclose the blood shed upon her and will no longer cover her slain and conceal her guilt. End of quote.
I Leave It At That. A New Day. To Shut Behind My Past’s Door? That’s What My Mind Is Set For…
Friday, August 23, 2019 at 5:54 am.
For days now those ghostly memories flared up to trouble my mind, but! No need to fear. The reality? It’s set in my mind—those ghostly memories are only ghosts—they are dead, they shall not live and reappear.
Until the next time whenever!
Much love to all, thiaBasilia. 🙂