May 23, 2008

Psalm 12: 6

Yahweh's promises are promises unalloyed,
natural silver which comes from the earth seven times refined.
 

Psalm 15: 5

who asks no interest on loans,
who takes no bribe to harm the innocent.
No one who so acts can ever be shaken.

Psalm 92: 13-14

Planted in the house of Yahweh,
they will flourish in the courts of our God.
In old age they will still bear fruit,
will remain fresh and green,

Deuteronomy 8: 2-3, 14-16

                R. Oh we pray through the intercession of
                    St. Joseph —

                Oh St. Joseph Patron of the Catholic Church
                    when I sought peace in our borders
                    it only came when we were deeply
                    rooted in God and praying for the
                    strength to follow Jesus at all
                    costs —

                When fear welled up in some, I knew
                    your marvelous works and what you
                    wanted for us and despite the
                    grumblings I did not deviate
                    one morsel from the Plan You
                    had set before me

                For there are always grumblings from
                    the imperfect ones we are, but
                    Your laws are so clear to me

                Like a baby waiting to be fed, waiting
                    on their mother to be changed —
                    I waited like a baby and sought Your
                    plan, not what seemed to some
                    as a good idea

                I sought a victory and knew Your hand,
                    Your timing in everything — even
                    though I stumbled as one with
                    sleepless eyes, sand around the corners,
                    I wrote your messages of love in the
                    wee hours as You called me and learned
                    of your precepts

                    had I slept I would have missed
                messages of love now being circulated
                as God's Blue Book, not that others should
                miss sleep — you called me for this purpose
                to write books now that circulated —
                telling Your love given in the Eucharist
                for us and telling us

                    "I feed your hungry soul"
                    "I wash your troubled hearts"
                    "I bathe you in My precious grace"

                When the world slept and
                the sky was black —
                You took me to Your school and
                You schooled me by the night oil of the
                lamp of Your love and

                God — I knew You
                You opened Your Heart of love
                You opened the wisdom of God
                more and more to me

                The words are open —
                    not slumbering or sleeping —
                    your precision —
                    for had I had an agenda by day —
                    my nights were filled with meetings
                        with You — in which You woke
                        me — took me from my sleep and
                        said —
                        "now I have you alone
                        now I have you open
                        now I have your undivided attention"

                Why do I slumber by day, when Your
                    plan is so clear to me

                I see blood shed at the borders
                I hear cries of the naked.
                I know the hungers of children
                The aching of wounded hearts

                The night marches like the band that
                    has a schedule and

                when day comes — does it come at all
                    for the people are sleeping in
                    the slump of another darkness —
                    a darkness of hearts —
                    a cry to be fed — that is not
                        quenched by the pleasures
                        of the world

                Marching — keeping step — many to the tune
                    of worldly allurements and
                   
                Oh the light of day has arrived and
                    they do not see —
                    they see only the step of those next
                        to them showing darkness
                        where there could be light

                Oh people help me do this work for Our Lord —
                    you cry by day and sleep at night
                    Blood at the borders

                The murder of little embryos with women
                    with agendas while they are here
                    to prepare themselves for their
                    heavenly reward and they are missing
                    the purpose —
                    they are missing the music to the dance —
                    they dance to a music not heavenly —
                    but one of clamor, dissonance —

                sounding like clanging while the birds
                    are singing sweetly for their steps
                    and oh they dance to discord —
                    not heavenly melodies

                Why do they get gripped by this grip of
                    satan — caught by day with
                    a blindfold on their eyes as if
                    it is plastered there and they just
                    can't remove it either —

                their vision is gripped
                ears are deaf

                focusing on details of jars and flowers and
                    the march goes on
                    men marching down the trenches
                    leading to hell

                Jesus:

                Cry My people and listen to Me
                Listen now before it is too late —
                Your vitals are not vitals that feed
                    your starved souls —

                You have tasted soups of poison and
                    I cried bloody tears for I so
                    much want you with Me
                    for eternity —

                Eternity — you are to be OPEN
                                you are to be AWAKE

                Instructed by MY WORD

                Going to the Eucharist
                Being fed by the Bread of Life

                Oh Mary - their spiritual Mother —
                    tell your children

                Mary:

                Oh Jesus We have spoken —
                In these messages and
                they will not listen

                My people these books from
                    Our Hearts are treasures

                Wait no more

                Give Our words here to all
                    far and wide

                I appeared at Clearwater for
                    this purpose this
                    is my Son's Movement —

                My mission I gave at Fatima
                    hear me

                Jesus:

                    When night comes — you carouse and you
                need to sleep and be still

                    I come to you in quiet moments — in the peace
                of a dark night —