The Return of Jesus, God's New Prophecies and Revelations

Dear Father God,

Someday when the earth has gone through its metamorphasis,

When all polution has been swept into the dust bin, and no longer exists,

That will be the time when bodies will be healed,

That will be the time when all thoughts will yield

To the serenity and safety of Your open arms.

This body, so fragile and delicate as it travels through this journey of

time upon this earth,

Wounded by chemicals and microscopic creatures that inhabit the air

from the time of our birth,

Will one day be resilient to all the arrows that pierce it.

A body not made from the clay of this planet

But fashioned from the looms of the angels on high.

A body imperious to angry words spoken,

A soul that's encompassed by Your love and compassion.

Come soon, oh body of heavenly composition,

Rescue me from the one that I now inhabit.

For wonderful will it be to have no fears or complications,

Nor any cells that forget what their functions were to be.

Glorified bodies, nearly invisible to the touch,

That will house the true me

Without any of the earthly baggage

That weighed me down so much.

A body that can soar with the birds of the air,

A body that has not a worry or ever a care.

Like a sweet kiss from You, my dear Father God from above,

A special delivery and gift from Your throne room of love.

Love always,

Deborah

CHRISTMAS

(written while in the supermarket at Christmas time)

The sights, the smells, and the sounds of the world's preparation for its gift giving celebration:

Cinnamon and ginger encased in brown sugar cookies, send their sales pitch throughout the air, delivering a delicious aroma, to entice bustling shoppers. The sounds of seasonal tunes play out their melodies as melancholy vocalists dream of a “White Christmas” and tell of a long ago time of “chestnuts roasting on an open fire”. The noise of the scanners busily retrace the bar codes on each and every item as they are purchased by paying patrons.

There are paper gift wrappings sparkling in reds, greens, and whites, and fancy bows entwined around packages of every shape and size. Bright lights, and fancy decorations are elaborate and showy, boldly striving to be notice. It's as if they're in an imaginary contest to win the prize of the most beautiful, most original, most color laden, most dazzling to the eye, and the most eloquent to precipitate an awe inspiring sigh.

Always remember the most precious gift of all:

The Father of Lights, our Creator,

The essence He portrays,

Is not of glitter and glamor,

And high flouting ways.

For it was His only Son

That He brought to this earthen place,

To a bed made of straw,

In a stall with not much space.

There were no fancy wrappings

Or silken garments to wear

That came with this precious gift

That God placed in mankind's care.

God's Son, called Jesus,

In the body of a tiny child

Held the gift of eternal life,

A most glorious gift

That all people did desire.

The life of Jesus was lived out

As a testament to the power of God's love.

And God, the Father anointed Him

As the sacrificial lamb

Sent from the heavens above

He atoned for all of the sins

Of the sons and daughters of man,

Such a beautiful gift,

That our Father God blessed us with,

To complete His eternal plan.

How many people take notice during this time,

Of God's gracious and abiding love,

And the gift of His Son, Jesus, to all of mankind?

During this time remember to send our God and His Son, Jesus, gifts of your thankfulness and love, for all the blessings that the angels have delivered to your doorstep. For without Christ, there would be no Christmas!

Have a Merry Christmas, and a God centered New Year!