T’was a Christmas gift taken for granted God said, be fruitful, multiply and have dominion.
T’was a sure promise your rebellion is your death. Dust you are and to dust you shall return.
A promise made is a promise kept, through the linage of Abraham the sons of man became became the Son of God.
The sin of the fathers became the inheritance of the children. T’was a sowers taste and the children’s teeth are set on edge. Jeremiah prophesied, they will say it no more in those days. Jesus laments for Jerusalem.
Time will tell when the children of Jerusalem will cry ‘Lord I believe help my unbelief.’ They will worship the Lord our God and only Him will they serve. They will refuse the man of sin thou they embrace his spirit. Just as their fathers refused the Man of God who took the sin of the world upon Himself. They will repent and embrace the love of God. What Love God has for the world that He gave His only begotten Son as promised by the seed of favored Mary.
….you that murdered The Prophets and stoned those who were sent to it! How many times have I desired to gather your children, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing!’
Your places of worship is built on sand and it angered the Lord that we traded His house for a den for thieves. I consider my options in the sinking sands.
When the enemy comes like a flood the people of God will walk in the Spirit of Truth. For the love of God we are chastised by the whipping winds as the waters floods the lands the millennial are concerned.
Now here we go again by the Internet of things. It’s a gamble for ‘Jack & The Bean Stock’ when a hand full of men have spilled the beans for climate change.
In the transitions of faith to faith and glory to glory God gave us kings and temples made of wood and stone. The idolatry of pagans desecrated the altars and the kings are bound by their politics.
The sacred place is a nomadic tent handled by sacred hands. The the high priest entered alone, tied to the promise.
What!! No ye not that your body is the temple of God? He doesn’t change with the climate. There is no Goose that laid a Golden Egg hiding in the cloud. There is only the occasion of falling stars like the days of Sodom.
When Faith is gone and the glory of the gentiles is an affront to the vexatious few. The days of Sodom that paralleled the promise of Abraham.
They have all things common as at the dawn of the church, Christians at Antioch. The millennials of this generation is wiser in their time than the children of light.
The kingdom of Heaven suffers violence and the violent takes it by force. T’was the day repentance became the baptism of saints.
The Sinking Sands is for the testimony of saints, asking who is on the Lord’s side? That built their house upon the Rock. The rock of the ages and stages we are going through the days of Sinking Sands.
Gairey
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