we are on the brim of Gods winepress,the battel is in the spirit,the raoring of the lion of the tribe of judah is sounding and his young lions are growling.the time is come and it is at hand.rallie up the pawns send them forth into the battle,sound an alarm in my Holy mountain.my people are not standing they are sleeping a long sleep.well im going shout and shout the shout.of the sons of thunder.standing at the gates of hell,for thay do not prevail.stand mighty men of God, take the sword of the spirit and cut the devils head off. Bind and brake the power of the evil one.stand (to be continued)
Amen! Sleeping indeed! Awake, Awake, Thou that sleepest! Put on strenth!