My Pen

 I pick up my pen that you put in my hand, recording the story of us for us, to give you all the glory and praise. 

Let the enemy shiver and be move to confusion and fall off his  chair when he hears the words of this scroll. For, a man has come for the welfare of Israel; to open their graves, to unlock the prisons, opening the doors, and for breaking down the gates of the enemies, establishing the kingdom of the sons of God; declaring our redemption, the day of our salvation, the year of our Lord and the vengeance of His temple. 

The pen is mightier than the sword. The words that I write are spirits and they are life. Let all who have ears hear; stop and listen, the truth is here.

Write it in a book for the times to come. He shall never forsake his flock, nor reject his bride,  or leave his kingdom to another. O, Yahawah, you are our power.

Cause your light to shine on us, O, Lord. 

Let the heathen know that you alone art God.

Let the scriptures be fulfilled. 

Open the gates and let the saints come in.

-Amen

Zarach