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Pardon and Mercy Cry Out In the Deep

I stood on a gigantic branch that hangs over the great big ocean
that spans across the depth and width of this earth and stretched forth my
hands. I reached towards the heavens and cried out to the almighty
God to save his people from the terrible wrath to come.

It was not a cry for vengeance; it wasn’t a cry of pain,
It wasn’t a cry of bitterness or anger, but a cry for pardon
and mercy that sank deep within my guts,
resonate throughout mountains, valleys
and plains then filtering into thin air.

Series of cries rushes through the leaves;
They evaporate in the atmosphere and filled the clouds with rain.
I could hear voices thundering in the ocean,
Beating and riding upon choppy waves.
Voices of the young and old rushes through the air
Voices of the motherless and fatherless, triggered desperation
Voices of starving widows weep for compassion
Voices of strangers and wounded warrior crying out for help.
I could not see them, I could not touch them but I could hear them.

I walked towards the last pinnacle on the branch,
And remained silent while staring at the clear blue sky,
when suddenly I felt empowered by a strong presence that stood beside me.
It held me by my hand and took me across the great big ocean and seated me upon a rock .

It pointed in four directions, and cried out in a loud voice.
Then places its hands upon my head and said
“child I have seen what they have done, and I have heard your cry,"
you are under my covering and no harm will ever come to you.
From now on you shall be my head, and you must go wherever I send you.
You will take my message of mercy and forgiveness to the four corners of the globe.

Those who persist in their evil ways will perish in their own wrath,
but those who will repent of their evil ways will be granted pardon and mercy.
It took me back to the tree and cut all the branches,
the only branch that remained was the one we stood on and hangs over the ocean.
It says pardon and mercy cry out in the deep,go and see to it my dear.
It places a book and gold pen in my hand then disappeared.

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