Not many will hear; but a few.
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Thus says the Lord, Lift up your head, O Gate, and show the inhabitants of the world your pearly whites. For you my Son have I apprehended from your mothers womb to serve as a doorkeeper in the house of the Lord Most High. As a road to salvation and an entrance way to Life, even this is the reason I have brought you forth. I will tighten your screws and adjust your hinges so that you hang just right. Yes, I will even plane your posts of all imperfections. You will be fully stained on four sides with the sweet wine of the grapes which I have planted in the vineyard down by the river. And you, O Gate, are most certainly as a devouring flame by the wall of the prison house. In your presence shall the captives find the open door to freedom.
The thieves and the robbers shall pay for their time—the murderers and manslayers, even they shall be mine. The door is to be open, it's time to forgive–lay this to heart and you surely will live.
See my Son, I am opening a door which no man can shut…I am shutting a door which no man can open. And the nations shall come and knock at your posts; and you shall declare, Hear you the statues of the Lord and the God of Heaven says thus and thus. So be you strong and faint not from the processing it takes. And what is it I will liken you to? Endure I say, and I will make you a bright shining star in the sky. Endure I say, and I will make you as a thick dark cloud I have placed in the Heavens above. Endure says the Lord of Hosts, and it will be me that makes you hang like fruit on a tree.
In twelve different ways have I written my name on you once; and you, O Gate, shall surely know what it means to be made of pearl.
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Freewill. Choose the right side.