Message to the Ecclesia

I am calling out to my ecclesia. Raise your arms. Call out to me as I call out to you. I am your God. You are my children. Listen to me.

The mountains may tremble. The season storms. But there is protection beneath my arms.

For it's only with me, you will be safe. Stay close, seek my face.

The enemy slumbers as we begin to advance. The Army of God has other plans.

For what was meant for evil will be used for my good. With love in the air. Some misunderstood.

For coming real soon. A victorious fight. Look not to the left. Look not to the right.

Raise your hands with a victory cry. Fall under my wings. God most high.

For in these last days, my glory will fall. I love you, my children. Every one of you all.