A thread of Blain's Psalms

[Lafftur]

Wonderful psalms Blain! I gave the last one a "Happy Face" because the last two paragraphs explain why I call myself "Lafftur"...lol!

I do so enjoy God's laughter! It's so full of healing properties....cleansing and refreshing!

Oh wonderful Father in Heaven, may Your Holy Spirit cause Blain to laugh! Cause him to laugh, laugh, laugh!

Blain...deny yourself of sad thoughts...focus all your thoughts on saying and doing good things in your every day life that will bring joy to God and others....no need for sad thoughts....just a waste of time and energy.

Write a really happy psalm!

 

[Blain]

Deep and dark are the waters that soak my soul oh Lord for great is my distress and soggy is my spirit. How long I hav traveled a weary warrior cut and bledding with wounds infected for such is the way life has done to me. How the pain reminds me of you dear Lord for with every drop of blood I shed as I seek to find a an oasis of peace and rest I am reminded of your gentle touch and how you would cover me in your sweet and beautiful embrace.
Oh Lord how weary am I and how beaten is this poor tattered soul, how the depth of my sorrow and despair exceeds the crusts of the earth, how tired and worn is this small orphan unable to find the strength to carry on.

And yet my sweet one how I thank you for this pain and sorrow for how it reminds me of your warmth, how I would often envision being in your hands showered with such affection that pierces my heart and make me bleed exceedingly for you. What then Lord do I do? shall I curse your name for making this poor soul suffer so much in this game of life or shall I praise you for reminding me through the pain the depth of your embrace? For how can one know how deep and great and how beautiful you are if they had not first known the suffering and torment that life so graciously gives?

For you know more than anyone the greatness of my sorrow and despair, how many tears I have shed on the pillow in the dead of night crying out for you receiving no answer, and you also know more than anyone how my strength will return and I shall carry on in your name. But oh precious Lord to just hear your sweet voice call my name, to just feel the life your voice gives and to just know that warmth of your embrace once more. How I would sell you my soul and very existance for just to hear you call my name, how precious your words and your voice are to me my king and how deeply I long to hear them.

Yet even so as I write to you in tears and in the waters that soak my soul how I am reminded of you and how one day when you do call my name I will be your everything. For an oath have I given, for a secret covanent of the hearts have I signed with you. if no one else will father then use me, if no one else will go send me if you require a blade then let me be your blade hear me of father for my soul though broken and weary feels your calling though I know not what it is.

Precious one let these words I write to you be filled to the brim of all I am feeling and let them ring into your heart like lovely tune played by your faithful ones, let the anguish and tears be a soft reminder of my love for you and let the waeriness of my body and soul be the proof of your strength, let the arrows of the enemy that pierce me be the evidence that I am your and that my heart exists not in this realm but always in your wonderful arms. For the devil in his ways has indeed been strong and has proven my weakness and my lack of ability to fight on my own strength for I am a weak lowly sinner, and yet how thankful I am to know my weakness for because I have known such weakness have I seen what it means to be strong.

So dear beloved father I thank you for my suffering and I praise your name offering all the honor and glory I can muster for I have been blessed with the curse of living

 

[JaumeJ]

Deep and dark are the waters that soak my soul oh Lord for great is my distress and soggy is my spirit. How long I hav traveled a weary warrior cut and bledding with wounds infected for such is the way life has done to me. How the pain reminds me of you dear Lord for with every drop of blood I shed as I seek to find a an oasis of peace and rest I am reminded of your gentle touch and how you would cover me in your sweet and beautiful embrace.
Oh Lord how weary am I and how beaten is this poor tattered soul, how the depth of my sorrow and despair exceeds the crusts of the earth, how tired and worn is this small orphan unable to find the strength to carry on.

And yet my sweet one how I thank you for this pain and sorrow for how it reminds me of your warmth, how I would often envision being in your hands showered with such affection that pierces my heart and make me bleed exceedingly for you. What then Lord do I do? shall I curse your name for making this poor soul suffer so much in this game of life or shall I praise you for reminding me through the pain the depth of your embrace? For how can one know how deep and great and how beautiful you are if they had not first known the suffering and torment that life so graciously gives?

For you know more than anyone the greatness of my sorrow and despair, how many tears I have shed on the pillow in the dead of night crying out for you receiving no answer, and you also know more than anyone how my strength will return and I shall carry on in your name. But oh precious Lord to just hear your sweet voice call my name, to just feel the life your voice gives and to just know that warmth of your embrace once more. How I would sell you my soul and very existance for just to hear you call my name, how precious your words and your voice are to me my king and how deeply I long to hear them.

Yet even so as I write to you in tears and in the waters that soak my soul how I am reminded of you and how one day when you do call my name I will be your everything. For an oath have I given, for a secret covanent of the hearts have I signed with you. if no one else will father then use me, if no one else will go send me if you require a blade then let me be your blade hear me of father for my soul though broken and weary feels your calling though I know not what it is.

Precious one let these words I write to you be filled to the brim of all I am feeling and let them ring into your heart like lovely tune played by your faithful ones, let the anguish and tears be a soft reminder of my love for you and let the waeriness of my body and soul be the proof of your strength, let the arrows of the enemy that pierce me be the evidence that I am your and that my heart exists not in this realm but always in your wonderful arms. For the devil in his ways has indeed been strong and has proven my weakness and my lack of ability to fight on my own strength for I am a weak lowly sinner, and yet how thankful I am to know my weakness for because I have known such weakness have I seen what it means to be strong.

So dear beloved father I thank you for my suffering and I praise your name offering all the honor and glory I can muster for I have been blessed with the curse of living

In Jesus Yeshua amen.

 

[Blain]

I speak of thing I know not but speak I must for the spirit stirrs and provokes prodding until I write these things forth.

Pick up your pen my child for things must be spoken to the chosen generation. Listen well and put forth your rod to embark on what is to come for it is the glory of God to conceal but the honor of kins to seek it. An anointing of my spirit is ready to be poured it shall come upon them in those days a s a rain of liquid fire a single drop shall fall upon their heads and they will be endowed with my spirit the likes of which this world has not seen. my beloved fear not what you are to write for you are my spokesmen to the chosen generation, fear not the role you have been given for you asked to have great faith and great faith will it require to write what is to be written.

Fear not the ridicule and accusation that may come your way for I am with you and will hold you safely in my arms. A prophet knows not what they speak at the time a word is given but they follow the flow of the spirit and my chosen ones that I have made for myself are waiting they can feel inside a calling an urgant sense of something on the horizon and they will see that day and will do mighty works they shall see my wonders and live in the conform of my haven that I have set apart for them. They shall dine on the grain of truth and drink their fill of the wine of the spirit life shall spring forth in them and a zeal will consume them.

The spirit speak to the spirit and many can feel in their bones what is to come yet they know not where or when but I say to you and to my chosen to wait only a little longer be not hasty in your waiting for the promise that is to come for it will be glorious and you will be my ambassadors in a fallen land you shall take up my authority and when you speak it will be brought forth when you ask you will be given without fail when you lay upon hands I will have my hand on you.

Be in joy my children for I am coming quickly be strong in your resolve for my power will overwhelm you. Comfort one another with these words and be encouraged bring that spark back into your weary hearts and ignite that fire that once consumed you for your time is coming a time I have set you apart for and great honor and treasures await those who have been called for such a time.
For the Lord has created for himself a new generation a mighty warriors an army of his love and salvation .

The day is coming when you shall taste the fruits of my domain your lips shall never tremble your tongue never parched your belly never empty neither shall you be inflicted by the sickness of the flesh and neither shall you know the pain that this world has brought to you. Cry out in unison for revival speak of the wonders that shall be your footstool come together as one heart and in accord together for you know it in your spirit you feel it in your bones a surging of my chosen will be as lightning coursing through your veins

My cherished ones you have no clue as to how grand this will be, you have only a mere idea of the level in which you shall walk in my spirit. My love will drown you and you shall take upon yourselves my rod and my staff you shall anoint each other and walk in life and glory. Wait only a little longer my children forI am coming quickly and my reward is with me.

 

[2ndTimothyGroup]

I speak of thing I know not but speak I must for the spirit stirrs and provokes prodding until I write these things forth.

Pick up your pen my child for things must be spoken to the chosen generation. Listen well and put forth your rod to embark on what is to come for it is the glory of God to conceal but the honor of kins to seek it. An anointing of my spirit is ready to be poured it shall come upon them in those days a s a rain of liquid fire a single drop shall fall upon their heads and they will be endowed with my spirit the likes of which this world has not seen. my beloved fear not what you are to write for you are my spokesmen to the chosen generation, fear not the role you have been given for you asked to have great faith and great faith will it require to write what is to be written.

Fear not the ridicule and accusation that may come your way for I am with you and will hold you safely in my arms. A prophet knows not what they speak at the time a word is given but they follow the flow of the spirit and my chosen ones that I have made for myself are waiting they can feel inside a calling an urgant sense of something on the horizon and they will see that day and will do mighty works they shall see my wonders and live in the conform of my haven that I have set apart for them. They shall dine on the grain of truth and drink their fill of the wine of the spirit life shall spring forth in them and a zeal will consume them.

The spirit speak to the spirit and many can feel in their bones what is to come yet they know not where or when but I say to you and to my chosen to wait only a little longer be not hasty in your waiting for the promise that is to come for it will be glorious and you will be my ambassadors in a fallen land you shall take up my authority and when you speak it will be brought forth when you ask you will be given without fail when you lay upon hands I will have my hand on you.

Be in joy my children for I am coming quickly be strong in your resolve for my power will overwhelm you. Comfort one another with these words and be encouraged bring that spark back into your weary hearts and ignite that fire that once consumed you for your time is coming a time I have set you apart for and great honor and treasures await those who have been called for such a time.
For the Lord has created for himself a new generation a mighty warriors an army of his love and salvation .

The day is coming when you shall taste the fruits of my domain your lips shall never tremble your tongue never parched your belly never empty neither shall you be inflicted by the sickness of the flesh and neither shall you know the pain that this world has brought to you. Cry out in unison for revival speak of the wonders that shall be your footstool come together as one heart and in accord together for you know it in your spirit you feel it in your bones a surging of my chosen will be as lightning coursing through your veins

My cherished ones you have no clue as to how grand this will be, you have only a mere idea of the level in which you shall walk in my spirit. My love will drown you and you shall take upon yourselves my rod and my staff you shall anoint each other and walk in life and glory. Wait only a little longer my children forI am coming quickly and my reward is with me.

You write of things that can only be by the Gift of God. I see those hidden truths that slip past nearly everyone. I get it, Blain. I get it!

 

[Blain]

You write of things that can only be by the Gift of God. I see those hidden truths that slip past nearly everyone. I get it, Blain. I get it!

Well when it comes to things like this I am particularly nervous about it especially anything to do with prophecy as I have been severely attacked before being called a false prophet and then for a long time didn't write anything from fear of the fiery arrows again.

That fear is still strong whenever I write things like this, it feels solid aND TRUE AS i WRITE IT IN FACT IT POURS SO MUCH i HAVE TO TYPE VERY FAST TO GET IT OUT BUT AFTERWARDS i AM VERY NERVOUS AND SCARED BUT THIS ONE PARTICULAR I FELT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO READ SO I WENT ON A LIMB AND JUST BELIEVED IT WAS GIVEN TO ME FROM gOD AND REACHED OUT TO YOU.

 

[Blain]

Well when it comes to things like this I am particularly nervous about it especially anything to do with prophecy as I have been severely attacked before being called a false prophet and then for a long time didn't write anything from fear of the fiery arrows again.

That fear is still strong whenever I write things like this, it feels solid aND TRUE AS i WRITE IT IN FACT IT POURS SO MUCH i HAVE TO TYPE VERY FAST TO GET IT OUT BUT AFTERWARDS i AM VERY NERVOUS AND SCARED BUT THIS ONE PARTICULAR I FELT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO READ SO I WENT ON A LIMB AND JUST BELIEVED IT WAS GIVEN TO ME FROM gOD AND REACHED OUT TO YOU.

SORRY CAPS WAS ON

 

[2ndTimothyGroup]

Well when it comes to things like this I am particularly nervous about it especially anything to do with prophecy as I have been severely attacked before being called a false prophet and then for a long time didn't write anything from fear of the fiery arrows again.

That fear is still strong whenever I write things like this, it feels solid aND TRUE AS i WRITE IT IN FACT IT POURS SO MUCH i HAVE TO TYPE VERY FAST TO GET IT OUT BUT AFTERWARDS i AM VERY NERVOUS AND SCARED BUT THIS ONE PARTICULAR I FELT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO READ SO I WENT ON A LIMB AND JUST BELIEVED IT WAS GIVEN TO ME FROM gOD AND REACHED OUT TO YOU.

Good sir, as you know . . . there are consequences to writing the things that you have written. The world will probably not judge you anything at all like the "body of christ." You know what I mean. You can speak to non-christians about spiritual matters and they will show you more respect that said "christians." My struggle isn't with this world as much as it is with the alleged "body of christ." This group of people is the single most abusive group of people imaginable. And who are they? Are they not today's equivalent of yesterdays Sadducees, Pharisees, and teachers of the law? Of course. Those three groups of two thousand years ago are a future reflection of today's "church."

So when you write and release, you already know who is going to attack you, and it won't be True Christians. And since this is the case, you can write with boldness, for True Christians have a "change of heart, produced by the Spirit." And because of this, you should only seek the praise of God . . . not men. Do not seek the praise of any human. From here on out, that is what you are going to do. God it?

I believe in you. Now go . . . and follow the direction that God has given you. They may be your tasks to manage, but they are the tasks that are ordered by the Lord. You'll be ok. You have Work to do.

Romans 2:27-29 NLT - "In fact, uncircumcised Gentiles who keep God's law will condemn you Jews who are circumcised and possess God's law but don't obey it. 28 For you are not a true Jew just because you were born of Jewish parents or because you have gone through the ceremony of circumcision. 29 No, a true Jew is one whose heart is right with God. And true circumcision is not merely obeying the letter of the law; rather, it is a change of heart produced by God's Spirit. And a person with a changed heart seeks praise from God, not from people."

 

[Blain]

Good sir, as you know . . . there are consequences to writing the things that you have written. The world will probably not judge you anything at all like the "body of christ." You know what I mean. You can speak to non-christians about spiritual matters and they will show you more respect that said "christians." My struggle isn't with this world as much as it is with the alleged "body of christ." This group of people is the single most abusive group of people imaginable. And who are they? Are they not today's equivalent of yesterdays Sadducees, Pharisees, and teachers of the law? Of course. Those three groups of two thousand years ago are a future reflection of today's "church."

So when you write and release, you already know who is going to attack you, and it won't be True Christians. And since this is the case, you can write with boldness, for True Christians have a "change of heart, produced by the Spirit." And because of this, you should only seek the praise of God . . . not men. Do not seek the praise of any human. From here on out, that is what you are going to do. God it?

I believe in you. Now go . . . and follow the direction that God has given you. They may be your tasks to manage, but they are the tasks that are ordered by the Lord. You'll be ok. You have Work to do.

Romans 2:27-29 NLT - "In fact, uncircumcised Gentiles who keep God's law will condemn you Jews who are circumcised and possess God's law but don't obey it. 28 For you are not a true Jew just because you were born of Jewish parents or because you have gone through the ceremony of circumcision. 29 No, a true Jew is one whose heart is right with God. And true circumcision is not merely obeying the letter of the law; rather, it is a change of heart produced by God's Spirit. And a person with a changed heart seeks praise from God, not from people."

i am truly glad to have met you you speak of things I have been thinking I suppose the spirit really does speak to the spirit.

 

[2ndTimothyGroup]

i am truly glad to have met you you speak of things I have been thinking I suppose the spirit really does speak to the spirit.

We have been given the Holy Spirit in a physically measurable way. This is the True Holy Spirit, thus our teacher is the same, thus we generally believe the same things. What is important is that your name is written in Heaven!

Luke 10:17-20 KJV - "And the seventy returned again with joy, saying, Lord, even the devils are subject unto us through thy name. 18 And he said unto them, I beheld Satan as lightning fall from heaven. 19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you. 20 Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven."

 

[Lafftur]

@Blain

The Bride of Christ hears you….

You are a Prophet that has been given the unique position of relaying messages from Jesus Christ to His Beloved, not the word.

His messages are FULL of secrets… His Bride will be given understanding by the Holy Spirit and she will be prepared and ready at His coming!

The Bride of Christ rejoices over every word you write! Never stop…write without fear…the words you write are heard and understood!

 

[Blain]

@Blain

The Bride of Christ hears you….

You are a Prophet that has been given the unique position of relaying messages from Jesus Christ to His Beloved, not the word.

His messages are FULL of secrets… His Bride will be given understanding by the Holy Spirit and she will be prepared and ready at His coming!

The Bride of Christ rejoices over every word you write! Never stop…write without fear…the words you write are heard and understood!

I will surly try I suppose seeing all these false prophet who have no regard to him and just spout what they please fooling his beloved children makes me very cautious as to what I speak so often times I will bite my tongue especially if what I write is as if he himself is speaking.
It is my greatest fear to be a false prophet but like you said I must have courage and just let the spirit flow thank you for your encouragement it truly helps

 

[Lafftur]

@Blain

The Bride of Christ hears you….

You are a Prophet that has been given the unique position of relaying messages from Jesus Christ to His Beloved, not the WORLD.

His messages are FULL of secrets… His Bride will be given understanding by the Holy Spirit and she will be prepared and ready at His coming!

The Bride of Christ rejoices over every word you write! Never stop…write without fear…the words you write are heard and understood!

Sorry @Blain - I meant to say “world” NOT “word.”

 

[Blain]

Sorry @Blain - I meant to say “world” NOT “word.”

No worries I knew what you meant

 

[Blain]

To the worn and the wear and the troubled in soul be not of ill content for strength will rise, awaken oh spirits of the fallen for you are a chosen people who I have called by name. Fear not dear ones for trouble comes to bring you to submission but you who I have treasured shall not be overcome. Brink unto me all who are weary for I give rest and feed those who come into my folds, like I mother hen I shall cover you in my wings and like a young calf will you be fed sweet milk.
Be not deceived for I have not forsaken you and be not troubled for I am your God, simply call me by name and I shall rush to your aid simply pray for health and I will doctor you, rest in cool waters and let your burns be healed for I have seen your scars and your open wounds as you lick them like a dog. Like an infestation has your wounds festered in you but remember the one who heals and mends the broken remember the place of safety that you once were so quick to run to.

Like an oasis all who thirst will be given water in a dry and harsh world like a king who takes upon himself a bounty of good food will I feed you my precious servants. Come and dine with me at my table come and drink from the table of the king for the wine is good and satisfying. For your prayers have not been in vain and your cries to me have been heard, take refuge in knowing that I am coming quickly and with me my reward for you have been faithful in the little things and so shall you be given a bounty of royalty. Very soon I will come for you and shall take you to my domain and you shall know the kingship that I shall place upon you and a crown of great honor shall I bestow you.

Oh weary ones this world has battered you and has stolen the child like love you once had, you struggle to keep strong and cry out to me in anger and anguish, but lift your heads my children and see how I shall part the skies and come to your rescue, my blinding light shall illuminate the world as I come to steal my bride who has been in great longing. How her heart aches for me and how her nights are filled with tears of deep sadness falling like rain, how she is losing her hope and thinks not that I might come for her in the blink of an eye.

But rejoice my beloved and take with you the last of your oil keep your lamps filled until midnight for my house is prepared and I come for what is mine, believe not the lies spoken unto you by those who have fallen asleep and have not kept their lamps alive for they shall say to you how I am slow in my coming and they ashall fampen your spirits with words of contempt and mockery and shall steal your hope as you put your lamps out thinking my king will not come for he is slow in his coming.

But listen to your hearts dear ones let the spirit who I have given to you flow like a river once more hear the call that declares the king is coming the king is coming for your days on this earth are numbered anddeath will not touch you nor shall you be weakened by the enemies arrows any longer.

Oh cherished ones how your souls have become bitter how they have cried out into the night saying where is my king who sustains me? Where is my God who is my strength? Yet never once have I left your side but you saw only your struggles and did not see me, you focused on your open wounds but had you focused on me you would have seen my hands with ointment and bandages at the ready.

Reignite the flame in your hearts my children let my life and power wash over you as I pour my blessings and my love over your head like oil, seek my face once more and I shall anoint you in my righteous and glorious love I shall raise you to the top of the mountains and you shall be given my scepter to rule.
For I know who is mine and it is my joy to bestow my blessings on those who seek me out, it is my pride to enrich those who are poor in spirit yet choose to trust in me with what little strength they have.

But alas many have fallen and have lost that twinkle in their eyes many have forgotten the first love we once shared together and have sought to become wise in their own eyes forgetting how simple it used to be when they knew my yoke is light, I cherish the heart of a child innocent and adoring in all their ways youthful and energetic as they play with me and our games never ended.

Return to me my children and let us play together once more

 

[Blain]

As I lay in bed at night I soak in the presence of the Lord and ponder the mysteries of him I have yet to find. How deep and mysterious you are oh Lord how I desire to search the deepest parts of your heart. Reveal to me oh Lord the depths of your being let the doors of your entity be blasted open with a holy wind.

There is a place dear father deep in my heart that is special a haven in which I am surrounded by your majesty and wonder, a place a secret place where your spirit resides and your living water is. How this water calls to me how full of life it is and how it's very taste would send my tongue in frenzy for your water is like the greatest wine, like the wine made for kings. For this water is alive and rich in your spirit oh how I wish to taok in it Lord how my very body craves it and calls out to it.

If I were to have only a drop of it yes only a drop dear Lord how it would fill my body and soul with life how your spirit would overflow in me as a cup running over. The crystal clear waters that calls to me is in that secret place that my hearts knows, how it radiates and shines as if it is life itself how it would soothe and heal this weary body if one were to bathe in it.

I have asked my king to allow me to taste it, to allow me to go to that secret place where he and I gone many times in my dreams. This place of beauty is ripe with beautiful deep green grass as soft as silk upon your feet, the trees of all colors bear fruits not known to man and the flowers that cover it's landscape cannot be compared to any beauty of this world. The spirit and I play and soak in the crystal gleaming lake of living water as a child does in the snow of winter.

A kingdom of golden light exists there it's shining gold illuminates all around it the walls and building of this kingdom are as golden crystal and at night as the fireflies and glowing butterflies roam freely my king and I walk on the paths in this garden the lamps that are placed here and there on the path compliments the surrounding area. I love to look at the crystal lake at night as it glows shining it's life giving aura I love to walk here at night where the garden has it's unique beauty that is only seen by nightfall.

Oh father how I treasure this secret garden of ours how I long to go there in full and laugh and play with you forever how I would throw away everything I have and everything I am to be there not only in spirit but in full. For I see and go there only in part and only in spirit, my tongue craves to taste the fruits that no man knows, my body desires to soak in the waters that radiate and shine my soul longs to be with you forever here in our secret garden.

But alas oh Lord how you tempt me and yet I cannot go yet how you fill my heart with such serene enjoyment by showing me this wondrous place where we love to go to. For I have been many times and am always in awe of your spelndor I am taken aback by the beauty you craft with your hands. My spirit leaps inside me and my body calls out to it with deep graoning and desire, how I can barely contain the pain of it oh Lord how I want to go there so badly as my heart aches for it.

Even if only for a day my cherished king would I ask of you, only for a time to be with you in our secret place

 

[Blain]

Child of the light awake from your sleeping state and pick up your pen for I will show you the things to come. Write therefor all these things which I have spoken, speak forth the words that are given. Look yo yhe east and see, a loaf of bread broken in half by two hands now look to the west and the sea parts and divides itself in two. Look to the north and a sword has fallen splitting a rock in two, look to the south and divider lives amongst them.

Now my child come up to the hill and look for the world is at your feet and the skies lay below, atop mount zion you may rest your head, rest and enjoy my company eat and drink to you fill. Then look down upon the earth and see they have become an army of war blood is shed and spilled the waters have become as poison and the food has become all but ash. My child do you know what the meaning of the broken bread is? Do you know of the divider and the parted waters? I shake my head and father says nothing but looks on towards the world in war.
Now then small one hwrite this and be still for a mament, my holy ones will not be shaken and no stone shall stand in their path.

Many shall fall to the power of the Lord and my enemies shall make council to kill and plunder, let us wash ourselves in their blood they shall say let us feed the crows their innards. for they shall despize and shall set in their hearts a great lust for my holy peoples blood. how they would rejoice and relish in their demise how they would dance and sing at their beheading, yet it shall not be so for I have anointed my children and not a single haior on their heads will be harmed.

My people shall rise amongst the chaos and war and they shall speak forth and be my sword upon a truly evil and deceitful people. My name shall be feared and honored exalted among all nations as they tremble and fall at the mention of my name, they shall bring upon them the full wrath and fiery anger of the king who is just and righteous in his anger.

How many speak my name and teach my beloveds with greed and malice in their hearts? Oh how they love to stock up their stoehouses with money and goods how the men of the world who are in the seat of power chase after their own lusts shaking handsa nd creating good council together behind closed doors. For they think to themselves we are invisible and no one knows of our plans We shall dine as kings and grow fat from all our success.

But the Lord sees them in their hidden place and the Lord shall bring his wrath of fire and blood upon their heads, they shall reside in hades with bruns and thousands of cuts and gnashes upon their flesh. Day in and day pout they shall know the true wrath of God they shall pay the heaviest price of all the residents of hell and shall suffer the ultimate demise among the people in hades.

For the Lord is furious and his rage builds up the foolish mortals who love their sinful and disgustiing ways will reap their reward a mighty hand shall seep the nations and bless those who he has blessed and curse those he has cursed, do not dare speak my name you who claim to be for me but pile your pockets, do not dare foul the Lords integrity with your lying lips for your tongue shall be cut from your mouth and your lips shall be ripped from the bearings of your face.

And do not presume to think you are hidden from your plotting and deeds kings of this world for your time in your season of power is only for a little while, yours shall be the most gruesome of fates and the Lord shall laugh at your cries of mercy for you have brought the wrath of the Lord upon yourself. But alas you my children shall never see the angger of the Lord his rage shall not be yours to witness for he cherishes and adorns you with tender love and care, he gently cradles you in his loving arms abd wraps you in linen of kings and queens befitting those of raoyalty. He feeds you the milk from zion and sings a lullaby to you as you are resting in his arms. Be strong my dear ones for the time is coming when you will always be with the Lord and neither this world nor the next will ever have hold of you again,.

never again shall you know the cold, never again shall you feel pains arrows. Honey shall be upon your lips always and the greatest of milk satisfying to your belly will always be in your throat. Oh what goodness awaits you my beloveds what wondrous things have I in store for you Think upon these things and try to imagine it in your minds let it fill you up with excitement and joy let is wash over you like a golden blanket covering you head to toe. How excited I am for you precious ones how my joy sings throughout heaven for your bounty that you will receieve. Keep your hearts tender and look to the sky my little ones.

 

[Blain]

Wash away your tears weary sinner for joy rides on a white horse and on his head a name Emmanual
Lif up your spirits broken souls for love has come with wings of a chariot and his name is redeemer
Oh sing songs and dance dances of joy for the wait has been long and many have fallen asleep but those remaining will see that day that wondrous day when our king returns and with him his reward is great.

Be ready of bride of the groom ready your gargments and listen not to the words of the weary for they shall say he is late in his coming or he will return at this hour not this one and they shall contiplate the timing of his return while my bride looks onward towards the sunset eagerly waiting . For I hear the longing in her heart the beating in her chest as she looks onward longing and crying out silently for the bridegroom to appear, and I can hear the voices of opposition telling her it is not time yet not to look for the hour is not come it shall not happen this way nor that way yet she looks onward anywyas.

My beloved knows in her heart the hour is near and so she looks and only because she is looking shall she find me and I shall come with a army of rewards for my waiting brideand she shall speak wonderful things of me crying at my feet but this is her day today she shall rise to the throne with me today since she has kept her patience and has kept watch as instructed she shall be crowned with honor and gowned with a cloak of royalty she shall rule over the nations with me and be given a seat of honor on my side

Rememeber well my beloved's keep watch therefore for you know not the day your Lord shall make his appearance

 

[Blain]

With a deep sigh and a shaking hand I pick up my pen in hopes to reach you my beloved Lord for my soul longs for you and thirsts for you yet is parched and dry like the desert sands of time or the bones of a dead corpse the birds pick at. Oh how I would call out to you in the night hoping for your voice to echo yet silence is my only friend, how I reach my hand out hoping to somehow grasp your own yet only air is in my palm. The bitter pain in my chest as the knowledge of knowing that you are not here with my in my arms is overbearing, how long of precious Lord shall we tug at each others cords in this love game until finally we can declare each other the winners?
How long oh Lord shall I lay in this flesh longing for you knowing that this flesh keeps me bound from you? how long oh Lord shall you keep your child in the cold harshness of this world? Do you not feel the4 depth of your childs longing of Lord? can you not sense the strength of the love he has for you? How can such a love be so beautiful yet be so painful all at once my precious Lord? How my heart aches for you Lord how it bleeds for you, how it cries for you with every beat within my chest and yet even so here I am Lord alone and dry without your presence without your arms without your laughter.

My soul feels heavy oh Lord like rocks cast aside a boat to lay anchor, my heart feels sorrowful and weak for without you I have nothing, but hear in this dark day of mine my need for you is made known and my thirst for you is made that much more evident. had I any doubts before I would be foolish to think otherwise now for my need for you is great and my love for you is deep. it scars my heart and cuts into my being it burns into my soul and surges through my every fiber

But alas my king still my flesh binds me to this mortal plane and I cannot go where you are, I cannot know the full embrace of my saviors arms nor know this true sound of his laughter as I run into his arms at long last. I cannot know the awe inspiring presense of his Lordship nor know the force of his mighty presence bringing me to my knees unable to even look up. Oh how I would love to be brought to my knees by my Lord only so I could be welcomed into his arms soon after, how I would love to know him to the extent my heart hungers.

I want to know my Lords heart inside and out deep and wide I want to exclaim his praise to the ends of the earths because of my amazement of himself, I want to tell the stars themselves to sing praise to him I want to find the truth of him to be so beautiful that I would tell all of creation to make songs of his radiance and beauty I want to find his majesty to be so majestic that I am simply left in awe and can only have the deepest reverence to serve and be loved by such a king And his glory oh his glory to bask in just a small light of his glory to taste just a droplet of his glory for myself this would set my entire senses ablaze.

And yet Lord with all of this spoken here I am writing to you simply because I know no other way to reach you no other way to speak my heart to you, be silent no more dear father be still no more dear spirit be distant no more oh Jesus and let me have just a taste of what it is I desire only a taste for surely that is not to much to ask of you let my hinger and thirst be satisfied in how only you can.

 

[2ndTimothyGroup]

Hang there, Blain . . . do not ever give up on your hopes and dreams of being gifted with a more Powerful experience from and with God. I'm nearly 55, and I cannot believe how quickly I have reached this age. It seems to have happened so quickly. It was just moments ago that I was a young child suffering from parents who would soon divorce . . . leaving me with a crushed and broken heart that never truly mended. And now that I approach what is to be retirement, I am nowhere near ready for this period of my life, and I don't know what I am about to do. I am in no financial position for retirement; hence, I wonder where all of the time has gone and why the years go by in what seems like mere months.

While I continue to suffer in such nonsensical ways from the evils in this world, there are days when I repeat over and over the below phrase:

"My Grace is sufficient for thee." This Grace is about having received the Circumcision of Christ . . . to be alleviated of the Adamic Curse. The relentless stresses and anxieties of this world are utterly ridiculous. I feel as though my life has been ruined because of unlawful accusations; yet . . . the Lord's Grace is all that I Truly need. When I offered myself to God to be used by Him in any way that He chooses, I had no idea that suffering would be His answer. Although I have experienced ridiculous sufferings in this world, I had no idea of what was to await me after I gave myself to the Lord 100% . . . wholly and completely. I cannot recount to you the number of times I rest on my knees with my arms in the air offering myself to our Powerful, Almighty God. It would have been impossible to have known how much I must suffer for Him.

But it is True, the Lord's Grace Truly is all we need. And, I know that what you have written, you could only write these things if it were not for our Powerful God enabling you to see what you see; to think what you think; to know what you know. You have been Graced by the Powerful, Almighty God of all that is. So as you continue to suffer, count your senseless sufferings as Blessings. For, you know through your studies that God Loves the brokenhearted; God Loves those who are suffering. And as difficult as it can be to understand at times, the Lord's Ways are not our ways. This is Satan's world, a world of luxury and pleasure for those who seek his unlawful, unholy ways. But those who are suffering, we are the Children of God. And because of these sufferings, we are told many times over to Endure. Endure! Endure what? Beds of roses and fields of butterflies? No, we are to Endure years of senseless hardship.

So I tell you to continue to endure. Continue to live in as great a sense of utter perfection as possible. Live a life worthy of our Powerful God! Prove yourself to Him through your love even for your enemies. Pray for them. Give to them . . . even when they do not deserve it.

Lastly, thank you for allowing us to respond to your Holy Words above, for our response to what you have written is also to be used as personal reminders to self that though this life is not easy . . . we are on the True and Right Path.

I believe in you, Blaine. Keep the Faith . . . never give up!