The Storm of Ages

The Storm of Ages I was given a taste of something... sweet. Innocence reborn a new, I... am... born... again. While some celebrate, others cringe and cry. They try to mock and separate, what is truth and real? Yelling openly, and not the same... How can it be said man refused his maker. Desperately... living a stunted life, holding onto the afterbirth, of their own existence. With both hands... clutching for power and gain, worth and value, gold and silver, hearts and souls. "They" are here. "They" have always been here. Since the fallen dared to mock His steps, turned to bodies of swine, to die and die and die. In dropping to my knees in repentance, my eyes have been opened wide. The Light has cast away shadow, and He walks before me. I humbly follow. The Jubilee is upon US(a). Tonight I learned that I... am also a Citizen of Jerusalem. I feel a need to return home. I am impassioned by the desire, to change all that I am for all that can be. From the roots of my being, to the hopeful heart of my own soul. The turbulent times are upon the world. The beginning of the end has passed, as we are far into the thick of all that... has been, is and will be. (reverent tones and quiet bells) The mark is already being used, in companies around the world. Keeping track of everything they can. You can see everywhere as well, by cam, most live and streamed. Echoes of prophecies, Angels gathering, and prayers lifted desperately, constantly and consistently. "Here US(a) Oh Lord!..."