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Why do I rush to do evil? Why do I run away? Will I ever come together?
Will my life on earth be over before I’ve had time to cry?


Yes, cry—for the poor unfortunate, for the hungry soul who is pierced
with many sorrows, who has nowhere to turn; he who has not found
his way and has lost his every gamble betting on a future that may never unfold.


Why can’t I find God? I hear so many people who have and who are
secure and happy, while I, on the other hand, am fallen down settling
for crumbs and hungry for more.


My world is sad and teeming with enemies and I do not know who to
trust, so I trust no one. All men are liars and only God is true.


          But, if you cannot trust God, then your life is through.


So tentatively, I reach out to the God of my dreams and agree to do things
His way. It has been a few short days since I had a vision of the life
and times of Jesus, from His birth unto His death, even seeing
His lifeless body lying in Mary’s holy arms.


I saw St. Michael, the Archangel on a black horse with the full armor of
God, heading off to war in Armageddon. I saw Moses, Pope John II,
Padre Pio, and a white dove coming down from Heaven to alight upon
Jesus’ head, and many things too wonderful to be told. 


I beheld Eternity starting to unfold!


Now I await further instructions from Jesus on how to do what must be
done for I refuse to sit on the sidelines anymore. How I long to be the
person that I was always meant to be. Heaven awaits and I must show
others the way to the Great Golden Gates.


Dear God, I am no longer mine, only thine. Say what you will and thy
will shall be done. Not my will for only You know the way to a 
person’s heart and mind. Not for me do I work, but only for fallen
mankind, and for those who You have destined to live with us in
that golden city in the sky.


Give me your courage, let me drink my fill so that I might see over the
next upcoming hill. Lead me to thy righteous throne just to see my
future home. Let Thy Angels and Thy Saints joyously receive me and
let Jesus heal me.


I pray this in the name of the Precious Blessed Mother who interceded
for me on my long and arduous trip home. Holy, Holy, Holy is Mary,
the Mother of Jesus, my Savior, who conceived without sin and who
is the Advocate of Peace and intercedes for us with Her son, Jesus Christ,
Our King!


This is the day which the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Blessed is he that comes in the name of the Lord. Long may we serve
Him in all humility with regards to High Estate of His Righteousness, who
rules with a tender Love. Glory be to God in the Highest. Alleluia. 


Jesus is Come!


Let us light our wicks and go into the world leading others to their future
home; Heaven where all will be as one and Peace shall reign Supreme.
The Lord shall be the Light for the sun will be no more!


Let us shout and holler with joy and give praise to the great good God who
sent His Son, Jesus to come and save us all.  Hallelujah, the die is cast:
Jesus first, Devil last.  Soon we shall be finished evil, lust and greed.


Amen and Love to All.


Date Written: April 25, 2009
Finished: April 3, 2011

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