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| In the year 1998 while in prayer, the Holy Spirit moved me to write this prophetic poem. Not being a poet, this comes directly from the Holy Spirit. |
| As the Trumpet continues to blow the winds swirl around us From Satan as well as from the Lord God we are becoming a finely tuned orchestra Ready to sing of His glory We as the body of Christ are not only honored To be counted as one of His own but we also belong to each other As one beautifully pieced tapestry We are a beautiful garment made up of different faces And different ways of doing things yet all in one accord Really loving each other protective as well as forgiving Each others failings God is raising up an army such as this world has never seen As the winds of Satan blow against us we are not defeated We are being corrected and molded as a finely tuned violin What love what glory We are truly blessed |
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