Updated: Oct 15
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
Childhoods will be cut short.
America, the land of your greed and home of the depraved.
Let it be known, my sister, that the manner in which I return to the earth will be a far cry from how I entered it. I am returning with a rod of iron and a robe dipped in blood. Will it be yours? Cry, my watchmen. Warn. Will it be yours?
Buy gold from me, refined in the fire, that I might grace it about your neck, which I have dignified like the cedars of Lebanon by justifying you on Calvary. My bride, who comes to minister to my heart in the quiet hours, you are the dew of Israel. Pearls of great price. Hold fast, and see that no one takes your crown. Be aware that many will try. See through the adversary's lies to envious religious spirit and rejoice in persecution. Raise your shield of faith. Jealousy is the author of confusion. Not me. I am the author and perfecter of your faith. Keep your eyes on me. Persecution is coming to sort the wheat from the tares.
First Moments in Heaven, Kevin Carden