October 12, 1988

LISTEN CHURCH! Your time of rebellion is over! Your time of listening has come. Listen to what I have to say to you and do not harden your hearts toward Me. I am about to move among My people, and I want a people humble before Me. The dust of the earth is Mine, sayeth the Lord, and are ye not My children of dust? I formed you, did I not? Why, then, do you continue to rise up against Me? You are Mine and I love you, I have saved you. I have redeemed You. I died for you so that you would be My very own. My hands enfold you to hold you, protecting you from the stormy blast about to overtake you. Only My hands can save you from falling into it. The rivers of deception are flowing ever faster and deeper, and I would not that you drown in them. Hold fast to Me, sayeth the Lord, and I will be your helper. The mountains of mercy surround My children if only they will heed My voice. Why, oh why will you not listen? The bugle is about to sound and, if you only knew the lateness of the hour, you would heed My voice. I can do none else but warn you. Let it so be done.

I love you and I would that more should perish in the coming night. Heed the warning O church! The hour is late and you are ill-prepared to meet the onslaught. Submit Yourselves unto Me and I will deliver you safely through SAYETH THE LORD ALMIGHTY, THE LORD OF HOSTS.


© 1999, Doreen Palmer

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