Time

Everything has its beginning and a end. I put a veil over the land for a season and when the appointed time comes I will remove the vail and my glory will shine on the faces of my people. Great joy and victory will be shouted from the mountains on high and in the high places the mighty wearing angels pull down strongholds and are demolishing princes of the air. A war like no other in time is raging in the heavens and the prayers of the saints direct my army. My mighty right arm is flexing its might and your enemies are trembling. When my mighty right arm comes down and the gavel that is in my hand strikes the gavels plate then my justice will be carried out. I have not left you and I will never forsake you. I hear you crying out for deliverance from the oppressors and I will not fail you. I have never lost a fight and my strategic timing remains perfect. Hold tight through the storm and rest in my presence. Whoever dwell in the shelter of the most high God will hide in my shadow. I will hide my people from pestilence and I will hide my people from the plague. The angel of death will pass by your home because now I have hidden my people from him. He will not touch you or come near your loved ones. A shield of my faithfulness will cover you from the flaming arrows of the air and I will carry my people far above the thunderous cries of the wicked. The gavel has not stuck the plate yet but be assured my mighty right arm is on the way down.