Hear what the spirit says to those who call themselves The people of God in America. I have a people who call out to me day and night. They truly weep at my feet and are covered under my shadow at the alter, in the place of intercession, many of them have answered the call, have forsaken all, to follow my instruction in these the end-times. No election of candidates will change what America is facing in her tomorrows. Repentance, only, will extend the hand of the Father to pass mercy across this land, he is able to turn the face of kings, as well as harden the hearts of the Pharaohs. Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. What are the words spoken out of the mouth of the shepherds in the land? Will slander, mockery, and the blaming of others turn the tide? 

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But, yet there is an unrepentant, religious, and prideful people, who walks the broad path of what is called Christian America, today.

I saw the rubble of a building in the fore front, a city scape in the back drop, and between the two- a storm beaten Statue of Liberty. An arm from heaven reached down and took the hand of a little boy out of the rubble, and The Lord said, “See this thing that you have done? The thing that has been broken in America is not being understood by the natural eye, for though this people have greatly prospered, and have acquired much wealth and comfort, they are a broken and plundered people, their children, if they could see, stand a midst the rubble of broken lives, broken families, and broken homes. What has become of those I have appointed to be Fathers in the Land? Worse yet, what has befallen the Shepherds? The curse of dismemberment plagues the land, the children are increasingly covered with a spirit of violence, says The Lord, you have wanted everything, and have paid the price to obtain it! The price you have paid is your posterity.

If you could see what you have come to, where your children are standing alone, in the rubble of a nation, that has everything, but possesses nothing … Yet, as I have said, my arm is not shortened that it cannot save; nor, is my ear heavy that I cannot hear, for I am hearing the cry of the Fatherless in this nation, and with my own arm of strength I am reaching for them, says The Lord, for they are the generation that will know the cost for the selling of the souls of men. Yet, I have called them by the name that I have named them, and they will look up from where they sit, and they shall find me, my hand extended, in the day that I can be found. I will lead them as a father would lead them, they shall be my sons, and my daughters, and I shall be their father.

For I am a father to the fatherless, and a husband to the widow, says The Lord. You have created a nation of orphans, and a land full of widows of the living dead. You war against me still, and you say how have I warred against you, lord? I sent forth the spirit of Elijah into the land, to turn the fathers heart towards the children, that your children may learn the way of FATHER, but you have resisted me, says The Lord, who died that you might live, and whose WORD now lives, that you might not die. Rather, you sacrifice the future of your own in order to protect your comforts for the day. Why do you continuously ( without remorse) sacrifice your sons and your daughters to the god of temporary pleasures? Over, and over again, while being the most civilized, of the civilized, in your eyes?

You have spent your seed for sowing upon your own pleasures, what then shall come to you in the day of harvest? Have you not sowed to the wind? Shall you not reap the whirl wind? Is it not written a GOOD MAN leaves an inheritance to His children’s children? What then is the one called who sells the child of his child to servitude, some not yet born? Shall he escape this shame? Will not the lender stop his lending, and demand the borrower to pay? Shall they not liquidate the future, to satisfy the appetites of yesterday? Does not the house do as the hill, and the hill the same as the house? So you say it is those upon the hill that does these things, but are not those upon the hill the same who live in houses, did they not first come out of your neighbourhoods, and communities? They serve themselves first, as you in your homes the same, at the expense of their child’s future, for enough is never enough to satisfy, as fire is never satisfied, nor rage, nor lust.

Therefore, your elected ones reflect you. So then, shall this one who fattened himself upon his child’s tomorrow not Himself be in want? Shall he not regret the price he paid for those things that last not, the price of his own sons, and daughters? Have I not given you time to repent? Both small, and great, says the Lord, but you would not? You quoted all the right scriptures, wrote your books, held your meetings, financed your campaigns, to bring AMERICA BACK TO GOD, you tussled in your homes, at city hall, and in your town square pointed your finger and beat your chest, a patriot, of patriots you say, yet in all of this did you personally confess the error in your own heart? Did you humble yourself to seek it out, to find what you cannot see, unless you humbly enquire of me? Yet, touched by these things, rather, you rage. This one thing, you will lie down in regret. Repent, says The Lord, and I will give you your children to honour your memory. That they may see, in the end, you did all that you could do.

I will not have you deceived, repentance will not reinstate to you what you would esteem as your former glory; it will however, provide for you the reward that comes with the testing of your faith, more precious than gold. I can promise you the process of the baptism of fire. Turn to me now, see? See? Even the generation that watched out for you, built for you, shall you even tax for your salacious appetites, to keep your status quo? So you rob from the future, and drain the store, to have your fill for the day?

Repent and I will sustain you, for the benefit of your children’s children, a generation who will know my name, my arm of strength, and power, if you repent, this one thing you shall then have, the joy of your children with you, the sons and daughters, of your sons, and your daughters, who play upon the floor where you rest your feet, whom, themselves, shall pay regard to how you finished the end of your days. For in your best days a common thing shall be in the land, one house hold shall house three. Hear what the Spirit of The Lord says, that I may walk you out of your errors, this day, not that you become as you were. But, that you be counted as the wise who made a difference when your story is told, among those who will come after you. Whose HERITAGE will be of me, says The Lord.

A prayer to start with:

Father in Heaven, I come before you to acknowledge my sins that I have committed along with those that have trespassed against you in this great nation, that the people were given stewardship to manage, so many years ago. Father, somehow, we have lost our nation into the hands of another. Our elected ones that come from our neighbourhoods, our communities, and our cities, have turned our country the wrong way, time after time. I come before you and repent for all that I had part in, in America turning its back on you, and the Godly principles we were to uphold. Even in the sin of omission when I didn’t do those things that I could have done, to insure our good standing with you, as a people. I repent of all my ways that has acted in unison with all citizens of this country who have missed the mark, in securing your blessing upon our land. I ask that you show me what I can do as an act of true repentance, that I mean this prayer with all my heart. I pledge to continue to pray for all those in authority who are governing this great nation. I, also, pledge to NOT be one of those who stand as a mocker, slanderer, or a false witness; nor, a flatterer, or given over to the praise of men. But, will endeavour to speak the truth in love, at all times, and obey the Spirit to walk with Him, through all the days he has ordained for me, as a citizen of the Kingdom of God, on this soil. Amen

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