THE IS SICK, AMERICA SETS HIGH IN LIFE, WHILE HER LABORERS BEG FOR CRUMBS. SHE HAS HER MIDDLE CLASS IN A VISE AND SHE REFUSES TO LET GO. AS SICK AS THIS MAY BE, I LOVE HER BECAUSE LOVE SEES NO FAULTS. I COULD BE JUST LIKE HER, PROMOTING HATE, KILLING GENERATIONS AND SMALLER COUNTRIES. I CAN ENDURE AND PUT UP WITH HER, BECAUSE GREATER IS HE THAT IS IN ME THAN HE THAT IS IN THIS WORLD. THIS SHALL COME TO PASS AND IN THAT DAY THE WEARY WILL BE AT REST, AND THE WICKED WILL HAVE THEIR END. IT IS NOT AND HAS NEVER BEEN ABOUT COLOR, BUT ABOUT THE HAVES AND THE HAVE NOTS. I MUST STAY FOCUSED BECAUSE I AM TOO CLOSE TO VICTORY, AND HATE IS AN EASY WAY OUT. I MOURN FOR HER BECAUSE SHE HAS BEEN SICK FOR A VERY LONG TIME. PRAYER IS THE ONLY MEDICATION THAT WILL ENLIGHTEN HER, FOR HER WORLD IS VERY DARK. THE LINE IS LONG, AND THE RACE IS DIFFICULT, WE HAVE BEEN AT THE END OF BOTH, IT SEEMS FOREVER. I AM LISTENING, FOR THE TRUMP SHALL BLOW AND THEY WILL RISE, AND THEN WE WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND WILL CERTAINLY FOLLOW. I BIND ANGER, AND THE SPIRIT OF FEAR, AND HATE, AND DRESS MYSELF WITH POWER, LOVE, AND A SOUND MIND. THIS IS REQUIRED OF ME, AND ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVE THAT THAT DAY IS NEAR. PASTOR TEE
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 00:41:38 +0000