I see America waking, knowing fully that a few short months ago, most doubted this day and a vision of revival was ever possible. I see the Lord’s Spirit shining forth being poured out on the souls of mankind, leading the way through the darkness that threatened our destiny. I see America revived, shaking off the dark Winter’s shroud of wickedness, cover and camouflage of our deepest regret. I see hope in the eyes of children, who only now are beginning to recognize that there is a God who loved them and knew them before time began.

Hidden, tightly concealed from the cognition of humanity were the evil, parasitic deeds of those questing dominion over man. Covered, were the sins of our leaders, cooperating closely with the fallen to destroy humanity before it revives to find eternity in God. Dark are the hearts of men who have sold their lives to principality’s Promise of eternity without God. Untrue the feeble words with which vows are made that were never meant in keeping. Lost are the men who believed upon deception, having no other choice than the fear and sight to lead them. Exposed from the pitch, into the Light the Truth is cast for all to look upon in shame or delight.

Hope, born of reason and even when logic fails it remains chiseled into the foundations of the Universe. Dependence on something immortal beyond the temporary outlook of man’s simple understanding. Wishes turned material not for the prize of riches but the richness of the greatest achievement known to the history or future of mankind’s doing. So delightfully curious that it lured the fallen’s early celebration believing that Killing the King’s Son would deliver their Victory. Sacrifice of something perfect to permanently protect that which is misshapen with the hope that it too may be made right in sanctification. A future so bright it defies comprehension and would blind that mortal sight, reserved for new eyes in seeing.

These are the days of trials beginning. Wishing they go will only usher the pain in their continued realization. Preparation, not solely of material measure may only be found in the Practices of the Spirit man, armoured against the night by the characteristics of God. Stand with God against the dark defying the desperation brought on by impossible circumstance. Rejoice in the face of great pain, loss and tragedy demonstrating the fallacy of Fallen’s Promise. Filled with promise of an imminent return and judgment by Power beyond reason that may speak a man’s end. Let there be Light He said and it was. Let the Light subside He will speak to end them in their egoist idiocy. That which has been made may be unmade, an idea that escaped their comprehension.

Into His Arms I fall, upon His Mercy I reside, Knowing fully that it is the choice that each of us makes that separates me from others. It is humbling to admit that nothing of myself brought me to virtue, but virtue’s love for me that delivered me in passing. Thankful for one final attempt to bring America and the World from its deception aided slumber. We will see the Dawn of God’s New World, a place where peace rules and an iron scepter declares perfect justice indisputable by reason. We await a King. Is this Your King or one against whom you contend? I pray you call Him Lord and find us in the place of joy everlasting, but know that some will choose the devil’s passing. For the time being there is time remaining. As the moments ebb their sweetness increases, the value in each spoken word or kindness immeasurable. Find Hope with me today. Find redemption and relationship with the Almighty through Christ. Look Out to see the Abyss and Heaven’s Gate looming clearly for all mankind. Find that Joy that surpasses understanding in this dimension, given in God’s Preparation for our Eternity with Him. In Jesus’ Holy, Righteous and Mighty Name I pray.

She calls U.S., Lady Liberty, not the goddess of Columbia or some fated novella from a pagan ritual, but the United States of America. She has been accosted, bruised, dirtied and berated perpetually as decades of disrepair and neglect left her ravaged by the wicked throngs of time. See there were supposed to be good men standing out before her, protecting, guiding, encouraging and tending to her wounds and future. They were deceived as are most men by the sirens of self service. Leaving post to serve a desire or two and finding it fulfilling in the moment leading to a total abandonment of commitment, duty and fealty of something beyond the leverage of actualization. They had abandoned her for better things when nothing greater than bringing Glory to the Gifts we were given exists. We fell, to slumber, dance, dream and sawdust, the product of our capitulation. Gathering handfuls that were blown away by a stiff breeze we realized the depth of our calamity as we came to sudden abrupt deadfall upon Reality’s Bottom.

Though time breeds decay as things crumble, swirl, fall apart and entropy toward the low points some sparks are bread anew. Change ensues and man is awoken to the mishap, regretting the loss of time dedicated to her keeping. Men remember courage, write down there stories of honor, glory and song, once again finding it useful to display character for no other purpose then to honor God. We reached up from the gutter, dropping handfuls of dust remember the solidity and solemnity of fealty to an ideal. Not a Queen but a Lady for whom we waited. Not a God but a gift so precious that each time we reflected upon her wonder we saw the face of God and remembered acutely the Love for each of us. Attending to her she once again stood before us adorned in purity, holiness and a reflection of the Light of Love which made her. Not just work or tasks but Love was spent to sustain her. That Love shone brightly from her gown and could be seen reflection could be readily seen in the smiling faces seeing her so well kept and sure. Our Lady, This God bestowed Freedom knew too keenly the benefits of wisdom and shouted them to us as we approached each obstacle. Calling us forward in courage and song, songs of valor, surrender and sacrifice for those worth Loving.

Where to now she says as we tire upon the ramparts of her defenses? We look alive and turn to corner to be greeted by the night watch and men renewed committed to relief of those who have fulfilled duty. We have gone no where My Lady. Only to be rested and prepared for our next watch as duty demands our service, to Life, To People, To Liberty and Freedom. We have not yet given all though we hope to never give it. Be assured that Liberty will always be purchased with our sweat and sacrifice. And when desperate times of the innocent require defense we shall rise to the call offering our lives to protect them as you stand there in reminder of that debt we have proudly born. Where to, on to the Future of a nation which cares where it is going taking the appropriate planning and steps of navigation to remain on solid ground and remain unchained by tyranny’s hand. We are the men who cannot live without freedom, so death is preferable to loss of that Sovereign duty to protect what we know is greater than self worship. A land, A free land where we may worship God, own some land, live from God’s Green Earth and give back to those living alongside.

We were not meant for quitting, capitulation or non commitment. We are not indifferent many but the few who have seen the inadequacies of mob living and have turned our hearts and heads to follow Liberty’s gaze. We are the men who gladly take up the rake, pen, axe and sword as needed to keep her safe and growing Free.  The best things are easily lost and having seen the end so keenly we have repented to self, God and Country that as long as breath finds home within our breast, Liberty shall wave Free to taste the coming winds of seasons change. We were made for this Land and she for U.S. We are the men of Liberty’s call, Patriot’s dying to live Free.

Enduring. Filtering laughter from the components of misery. Climbing, digging, blasting, forcing, through sheer will and mastery the space beyond the obstacle. Letting God. Going with Him. Standing against winds or mass far greater than you own, withstanding the irresistible force in becoming the immovable object. Life. Well Lived. Loved and never given or sold for a bowl of soup, Sovereign Gifts meant for you alone.

What hold’s you back? What assails your thoughts in the darkness? Who is the harbinger of darkness associated with your dissatisfaction of purpose? What powers reside and what powers are boundless? Do you escape a prison designed to capture you for the length of this life? Physical freedom is not free, freedom to love beyond the constraint of man is free for the asking from God, Gifts produced which must be requested.

Are you frustrated and sleepless in not knowing? Does the dawn arrive with yesterday’s troubles? What have you left at Throne’s Foot? What do you refuse to give away or surrender to the Master’s Hand? How will you transform if it is a supernatural change you seek? What must be eventually yanked from the hand of a Child after repeated attempts to ask it be surrendered?

What is Love to you? A Nuisance an abject principle you’ve yet to comprehend or the sweet flowing salve of healing and purpose giving you hope when none be found? Do you owe God purpose or may you ride your own wave, follow your own path and leave a legacy entirely designed that others might glorify your passing? What then is the eternity sought? To be with God, understood, known, empowered, put to task, freed from the mooring of mortality.

This is the day of my tender understanding. Relieved by that which was never meant as my own burden, challenged by the work yet to be done for Kingdom’s Come. I don’t grasp but leave open hands that answers are given in due timing not my own. Outcomes are left to greater Mind than mine and circumstance disregarded as the enemy’s playground and deceptive tool. This is the school of my sanctification. This is the hill upon which I set fully aware of an eventuality based on Promise and not reality’s welcome.

Logic is confounded by Love and the one thing outside Time. God be with you always in abundance and familiarity. Christ even now awaits to the moment of His Return. For Love, For Righteous Reign, For Judgment, For Promise. In His Name I walk. Jesus, My God and My King.