I see a lioness with her whelps and I see her moving them continuously into places of safety. There will be momentary pauses, with quick movements, and transfers, before the final settlements of safe are fully installed. The little lion in her mother’s mouth yields quietly to the same force it is kept in, the same jaws that slays the jackal that hunts it, is the little lion’s refuge. Selah …
while my word imprisons you in hope, so will I destroy many in my wrath by the words of my mouth. As the whelp is safely carried by its mother (this heroine of the Sub Saharans) so am I with your little ones, says the Lord. To those that have put them in my care, rest in this: they have been born in a world that I have designed them to live in as offspring of a majestic King, in this hour of the ages. Fear not for them, know your prayers carry the girth of their destinies, for the world they are living in now. Did I not tell you it would be like this, have I not prepared you to shine, and them to be? Remember How Rachel cried for her children because they were not? Well, now they are, they are. Will they not be among that host that returns with me? For vengeance is mine says the Lord, I will surly repay, what justice would not give them front seats to see the devourer of new beginnings get his just reward? Shall I not restore all things? Will restoration not begin with ancient wrongs made right? From antiquity until the day I ride shall not the little lambs come with me? … Let the little children come to me and forbid them not for such is the Kingdom of God!
Your children have been spiritually sired, even meticulously made, in their mother’s womb through the matrix of my WORD, from where all things that were made have come. Even the Lion of the tribe of Judah. They shall know my light and their spirit shall roar against the darkness, for out of the mouth of babes have I not perfected praise? Is not praise a reflection of my glory? How much more shall the slightest cry of distress move me as a lioness would move toward her offspring? So the little ones will roar perfected praise! For if even their sigh prompts their angels, how much more will their cries prompt those Angels in realms you can not see? To war against those things you do not know? Know that quick justice will soon be found on behalf of all innocence among the nations, upon the earth. The roar of your little ones entrusted to me will be bigger than the measure of their frame. Even the children of the faithless whose silent inaudible cries, have come up to my throne, shall reverberate a shaking among the nations, a deafening cry of the lambs, slain, has been heard by one as they. HE who knows them whom was even sought among them to silence, RETURNS! Who can take them out of my care? None. Who can remove the whelp from the lionesses mouth and have not trouble? None. Or the cub from the she bear’s side, and not bear her wrath? None. Is not my grasp of lightning speed when heaven is your reward? I have given the world space to repent, room to regret, time to find their conscience. My coming (for the willful and defiant) whom have offended the least of these will be as mill stones falling.
Is it not written for all to know that they should cast themselves upon this rock? For the broken hearted broke upon me shall live! But the unrepentant shall see the Rock, it shall come, and it shall grind to powder upon whom it falls. Does not my word say that this shall be? It’s time for humanity to run themselves upon me, for I Am quick to forgive while time remains for mercy.
“And whosoever shall fall on this stone shall be broken: but on whomsoever it shall fall, it will grind him to powder.”
But let all who take refuge in You rejoice; let them ever shout for joy. May You shelter them, that those who love Your name may rejoice in You.