TIME OF TRAVAIL... BIRTHING OF SONS!
I Am God of heaven and the earth, and all of creation will bow down before Me. I have made My approach. It is known to My own. They know Me, they hear My voice, they heed and hearken to My commands. They absorb my will and they do with gladness, in humility and sincerity; with an earnest desire to please Me and only Me.
I told you that I have preserved a remnant to Myself who have not bowed their knees to Baal, who have not sold out to the systems of this world, who have not corrupted themselves with man. They shall I honor in this hour. For the hour is late and there is much to be done. We must work while it's day, for night comes, beloved, it comes.
Be sure to do all I place before you. Write down what I give even if you don't fully understand it. I will give revelation. I will add to it. I shall complete the picture I began.
It's birthing time, beloved. Visions, dreams, promises... I keep My words to My faithful, even they who enter in at the eleventh hour. Workers in My fields, for they are ripe for harvest. I told you I know every heart and those who will serve Me were determined before life began.
All begins in Me and shall end the same, yielding to the new beginning — a new heaven, a new earth established in dominion. My rule, My reign, My kingdom, it comes. Its birthing is come. The travail... Ah, as those things once depended on shall fail. I shall erect My plan, and it shall not fail.
Citizens of God, ARISE, and take your rightful place. I am the one moving the chess pieces. Think not that I can be defeated in anything. I Am the Almighty and there is none beside Me.
My mercy abounds toward My chosen. My spirit abides too within them. They cannot deny who I've called them to be, though as for a season, it appears that they have forsaken Me. Know this, My child, that season is over.
I call to them and they are returning and I shall have My glorious temple, a temple on a hill. Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets... [started hearing the song, "Come We that Love the Lord"]
Before we reach the heavenly fields
Before we reach the heavenly fields
Or walk the golden streets
Or walk the golden streets
We're marching to Zion
Beautiful beautiful Zion
We're marching upward to Zion
That beautiful city of God.
It is that city upon the hill, beloved, that heavenly city, who's fruit yield all year round. There is no hunger or lack, poverty or pain — just love, joy, righteousness, peace and the abiding Presence of your God. I Am the Great Jehovah. I Am He who fashioned the world from the very beginning and now the end — a new beginning, 1000 years — My millennial reign, My chosen, My Branch, My heavenly militia — How glorious.
Go and prepare. I am with thee. Just do all I say, all I ask, all I instruct. Watch heaven invade the earth.
For He is the Great I Am! There is none mightier than Me. I smite every enemy with just one breath of My hot indignation. Fire shall rain down from heaven and I shall purge the earth of all wickedness. I have spoken it. It shall surely come to pass, be accomplished — swift and severe judgment.
Who dare touch My anointed ones? For it is I who avenge them. My name is written upon their foreheads. Dare not harm one of My precious ones, dare not. I Am the Lord of Hosts. I shall perform it.
Victory, victory, victory is come.
BUILD ME A HOUSE!
The Lord gave me Zechariah 4
Other Scriptures: Romans 8:18-22, Revelation 14:4, Romans 11:4-5, Isaiah 1:9, Genesis 45:y7 1 Kings 19:18, John 9:4, Matthew 20:9, Luke 10:2, Revelation 21, Joel 2:14, 2 Peter 3:10, Isaiah 4:4, I Corinthians 3:13, Isaiah 66
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