Author: The Scorned Prophet

One of the very few who have already ascended into Heaven.

Waiting…

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I know what it is like
To read a veiled gospel
It perplexes the mind
Of a sinner
And a sinner is just a sinner
They will go on sinning
But they eventually perish
For their desires and wants
Their inner voice that speaks
Does not speak to God
They only think of themselves
Or lust after one another
Using and abusing

Then I heard as I was writing
Someone yelled, Wait!
So I stopped
And listened

I heard a cry out for Mercy
It was bold and strong
I want them to come to me
I heard you and that plea

I sent the Fire into the ground and breathed through my nostrils my fury
But I held back my breath
I held it
To my astonishment
The wait comes

Taste and see…

Tears Filled The Beard

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I feel what the Father feels
Important to know how to
Something to do with faith, grace, love, and hope put together into a neat package1
Otherwise I may feel
That the anger is directed toward me
When in fact it is not
It is directed toward all the Earth

Alas, the Father has made known His Fury
But concerning the Earth and her rage
The Father has let go of His Authority over her
You are all on your own with her now
I can continue relenting wrath forever
Drinking this cup is easy for me
However
It is more of an account
Of how much the Father can take from all this
There will come a time
When He will open His Mouth wide
To bellow from silence itself
So you will all hear Him clear
Enough!
A third of the people on the earth
Will perish from the mere shock upon hearing His Voice
With but a single breath from His Mouth

And ALL of the stars from Heaven will fall
And ALL the light will be taken from the world
Before He must enforce Divine Law
By stripping the Authority from the hands of the devil
And place it into the hands of the ones chosen by the Father

But the devil is crafty
He manipulates you in ways you never knew
Centuries of this hacking away at the lives of God and His people

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A host that leaps
Into a mouth received
Is a delight and a joy
For both of us
But leave us without His Blood…

So He must nourish us by grace and does
In the Heart fed by the living water that is He
My Lord, Jesus Christ who is My Beloved

Law

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The sting of death is sin
And the power of sin is the law
For just as sin came into the world
Through one man
And death came through sin
And so death spread to all because all have sinned
Sin was indeed in the world before the law
But sin is not reckoned when there is no law
And the law is written on your hearts

Behold, the world you inherited
Sin thrives because of your laws
I came to abolish all laws
Keep in mind
The first three about love
For all the Law is fulfilled
By love alone

Memorabilia

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What happened when we were children?

Have you ever had a memory
Of someone you once knew
As a child
But no record exists
And you find out much later
It was just in your head?

Was it any less real as vivid as it was?
Drawing in the dirt
Leaves a permanent mark
But washes away in the rain

Awaiting

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I read a chapter of Luke today
I read it out loud
And all of Heaven could hear
And my Heart projected
Telling it like a story
And as I was doing so
The memories came flooding in
I could not stop reading
And I could not stop seeing
A Journey
Parallel to my own as I read

Twenty four minutes it took to read
And that was the chapter
But took as long as four days

There is still but one more thing
Awaiting

Repenting And Relenting

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The Glory of God that prevails
Despite the acts of evil
Love continues on and will win

I keep my heart in the Lord
He keeps His in mine
So I looked there for you

I felt and heard that song
That could only be sung
By the hearts of the Lovers of Love

Then came along a cry
From one lonely heart
To have mercy

Relenting a most destructive blast
And preventing anyone from taking
That one heart away from the Father’s Love
Amen

Poisoned

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We are at peace still
Despite the cup of wrath
Still filling up fast
That last cup I drank
Was poisoned…

By a brood of vipers
Spitting their venom into it
Behold, their jaws will lock
And can never bite
For poison has no effect on us

Not

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Not my fault
My mouth is a fiery sword
Got an issue with that?
Take it up with the Lord

I choose Mercy and Love
Instead of smite
Got an issue with that?
Take it up with the Lord

A Great Synod will do

Cup

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Alas, I must write of the response in your hearts
The response that makes the cup fill
With wrath
Do not forget, I will still drink it
Even if it makes me suffer
For a thousand years
I will relent my anger

But I would prefer a cup filled with blessing
So when it fills
I pour it on you all instead
Because I can

Now many have asked for signs
Many have dismissed the Truth
Signs are all around you
Veiled

What good is faith
If you do not love it?

And I have given signs
That were never asked for
But foretold before the day

Some say it was a fluke…
If you read anything I have written
Then you will know
That fulfillment of all Scripture and Time
Is not a coincidence
There are two sides to every coincidence

Where Is The Joy?

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Live every day
As though it were the last
For it is the last day
Always
I Am the last
So what now?

If I say I have entered the Kingdom of Heaven
Yet before me you have not
I do not say to you
You are not in My Kingdom, away with you
I tell you it is here and now
And saturating this place with grace
Do you not know it with your heart?

I am left surrounded
By an army of the lost
Brought to me from every corner
Though there is a great and infinite chasm in between
Heaven and Earth
The Lord and I
Have bridged the divide

By the mere Will of God alone I will draw you closer and closer still
Because I have opened up my Heart to all
And thus blessing and graces
Yes, especially now
In the most desperate of times

Grace for the courage to respond…
Oh Francis, Peter, what are YOU going to do for them?
Who are your eleven?
I appointed twelve
The other twelve thrones
Will be appointed by ME
THE OTHER TWELVE THRONES ARE NOT FOR MEN

YOU, Peter, have the power to cure the sick, blind, lame, and even raise the dead. Why is this not happening? Shall I take that power away from you and give it to the other twelve I have chosen or shall you share in the Glory of the Resurrection in Christ?

Reserves

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Thump goes the beat
With the heart like rhythm
Badoom boom it goes
But which one is it?

Is it the fast paced rush
Are you out of breath yet?

Is it the slow, swirling, sensational
Not quite sleeping but close enough…

Or is it the constant drum
At a pace that lies still?

There is more
Like how I am entangled again
With you

Are you trying to pull me in?
I have infinite reserves of blessings
From God and in Christ’s Name
And I pour them on your head
Amen
Peace

Strangers

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I never smile to strangers
Not because I do not want to
But because I can read their hearts
And can see what they think of me
When I do
So I bless them instead
And walk with a heavy heart
For I carry you with me
When I look at you
My heart explodes with Joy
At your beauty
I have to veil it
Oy what you do to me…

Lo Down

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I will give you
The lo down, see
I Am descended from God
I declare it openly
A descendant I Am

Now I must tell you
Not much time left now
He is always here
Witnessed through the eyes of faith
He comes down to us every day

I had another vision
That will not be written
Simply because
I am bound like a slave
With the illusion of choice
And I Am one who sees
For the only choice I have
Is to commit sin
If I want my life to be any easier
The road to Hell is wide and easy

So if Christ came down
And entered into your slavery
What do you think He will do?

I will not say anything
But this:
By the power of the Most Holy Spirit
I bind Satan’s forked tongue
In the name of the Lord Jesus
So that everyone Satan speaks to
Will be like they are stone deaf in hearing
For all eternity

Amen

Refuge

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Saw a little girl between two countries
Snuck under the soldiers foot
And made her way to the gate
As she ran she shrieked
For bullets sparked the way
A metal gauntlet of distrust and hate
A little girl, a child, ran…

Satan has such a grip on your throats
That you fear a mere child
A child seeking refuge
From the bullets you drop like rain
You make me sick