I AM is speaking....

God said: CRY (The prophets answered) What shall I cry?

My prophets do not come forth from their abodes,with their learning, and their own desires. My prophets come forth from My PRESENCE.

From the hidden, Secret Place - the wilderness, the desert and Secret Places. My prophets depend on Me and speak only what I say.

Not religion - not according to men’s ways, wants or desires. I, the Lord, bring forth Light. I am the Sustainer of all Living. I breathe on My Creation - It Lives.

Watch, Watch. I shall speak at the appointed time, with Divine Visitation, Divine Words for a world of appointed people.

My prophets see, hear, speak, think as I do. They speak My heart.

Return to your first Love. Return, return, repent, call for My cleansing, healing, refreshing, Life, presence. Call, sin is exposed, nakedness appears. Don’t hide in darkness. Come to Me and live. I am the Savior, Restorer, Life Giver. I am the Gracious Father God. I forgive, I heal, I Love, I Save. Come Children, Come to Me.

All have sinned and come short of the Glory of My Presence, but My Love has brought forth a Savior, My Son, Jesus Christ the Lord.

You are tired, weary, beaten, broken, sick, sad, disappointed, heavy with care. Come, My weary people, to Me. I am moved with compassion for you.

I gave My Life-Blood and was raised from the dead for you.
The enemy of the cross of Calvary, ravishes, lies, captivates, but call, cry, come. I set you free.
My arms of Love, Healing and Keeping are for you!
Come,. Come to Me!!

I speak, I thunder among satans loud bashing, brazen parade of destruction that he peddles. In the highways and by ways to the lost, dying, starving souls of humanity. He promises them everything and gives them DEATH. They speak death, sing death, thinks death, they wear death on their bodies, the marks of satan. They run to death, they revel in death, plunging into eternity, entangled in the death windings of satan. On the brink of hell, eternity, lost.

I cry aloud in the midst of the worlds last days, “Come to Me and be saved.” I cry to humanity, I cry to souls, I cry to a backslidden people. I cry to a cold, fornicating, adulterous church. “Your time is short!” I cry to you, “Cry out to Me, Come, Repent, Return, Recover.”

My prophets will say it, pray it, shout it. My prophets will sting the flesh, shake the soul, trouble the spirit saying, “Repent, Come, Return!”

Love cries to all. COME!