Wednesday, May 24, 2017

He Is Those Fallen In Love, I Heard You So Well

Prophecy Links

     -Seem to be seeing, arriving along my prayer bed, like divine text messages and I quote, "Jesus is coming, Jesus is on the way, Jesus is coming, Jesus is on the way, Jesus is coming, Jesus is on the way!"  02/17/2015, Apb

     -Seem to be courting Keanu Reeves, the day the earth stood still, 05/22/2017, (possibly the sky-watchers seeing a nearing NEO like Nibiru, that's not the end of the world, but present civilization into God's Kingdom, New Age to come, Apb  

                              O Lamb Of God I Come, I___Come,
                               And The Bride Did Reign In Heaven

      My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. Sol. 2:10-13

                         He Is Those Fallen In Love, I Heard You So Well 

     -There are a few saying this romantic verse out of the book of Solomon, (king Solomon), the one describing true love as death. I guess you can say once you fall, in love that is, you are no longer, well you completely forget yourself all attention turns otherwise, you are a new person. It's sorta what Holy Spirit's mean, when they call on self to be pound into the dust, kill your sins off, fall in love, not with just anybody this vanity, but with Jesus, as with God, The Lord Ancient Overall.
     -I must admit it, when I read it, I was suddenly, gloriously set back to thirty-ones springs ago, I'd just laid my closet, my face, lamenting God's Spirit, so Holy, so Merciful, so True come and reign this Heart. Thus this flesh, born again, mind, soul, all unholy things I once was. Such the transgressor even shaped of me my mother's womb, cursed blood was now miraculously at my surrendering cry, call transformed into a Holiness, (Christ), of God.
     -Admittedly, finishing as described Solomon's Song, a breathtaking spring day walk, resting along a duck pond, I was looking skyward. Heartily I was wishing for an appearance of Christ, Jesus. This was like months after I was by Holy Scripture made to understand I as all born men was damn, cursed until death and dying in this horror, despite what they call it, temporary. Then even more unthinkable, unrealizable, I as all men was eternally damn this curse, this judgment to follow, it would seem whosoever name isn't by Christ's bloody Cross to resurrection of life.
     -That's names not written in the Lamb's Book Of Life, surely only the Blood Redeemed, then lakes of fire, scorching with brimstone, and gnashing of teeth just unimaginable terror for Satan and demons let alone any human being. Simply. shake off of your feet the great distractor, Satan's Seat disguised as the American Dream, instead get Jesus, get to the Lord Bridegroom most Holy, most True, the Marriage Supper, an unimagined celebration, Dawn's for all bidden it's way.
     -He, this reappearing Resurrection of Life, was as white as the driven snow, with huge white wings, some say clouds, but I know what I saw. They, these healing wings the prophet Malachi describes is to arrive as with the Sunlight of God, at both of His sides. As so like Solomon's sweet, touching and soothing song, He, this Christ of Glorification spoke one word, "Come," ( Arise, my love, my fair one, and 'COME' away). summoning His Bride up to Him, these three times, indeed.
     -"Come," frightfully so, the flesh being weak, I admit, I knew I was going home, "come unto me, though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; 'Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and ye shall find rest unto your souls; 'Come unto me, how often I would gather you together as a hen doeth gather her brew, that where I am ye maybe too. Though all by Christ's Cross are bidden to the Marriage Supper of the Lamb, all are not with readied hearts after Him, repent! Be aware as God, Himself, Apb, The RAM, 

                                     Failing Nights, 1st Stanza, Apb 

     -My Dear Maaseiah, the failing nights are laying a foundation of solitude and isolation is all but drilling lastingness and continuance has to offer. It is those encounters you hold fast, as well their well-versed voices, chatter and laughter and soon. Just as soon a sunup bring on its heel an even more drooling after dark than lonesomeness. How to spend this great imperilment I beseech thee, this dismal archenemy and my sole heart its sitting duck? Apb ...( Arise, my love, my fair one, and 'COME' away), SOS


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