"COMFORT YE, COMFORT YE MY PEOPLE" - A Prophecy
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Gather together from the far ends of the earth, My prayer warriors.

A prophetic word given June 27, 2006
Kneel before My throne fully dressed in your Holy Armor.
Wield the sword of My spirit with your mouths opened in prayer.
This is just the beginning of sorrows.
Pray for My children to be delivered out of the waters, on dry land.
Yes, My children, My daughter, I have heard your prayers and I have seen your tears.
Yes, My children; I hear your cries, and see your broken lives.
Sorrow has rained sorrow upon sorrow.
Torment and fear have taken hold of you.
These days are the beginning of sorrows,
yet My Spirit rides upon the wind seeking those who will receive Me.
Look up, My children; your redemption draws nigh.
The shadows have already fallen, the night is upon you.
No more time to play at being a Christian:
now is a time of certainty.
I speak in a distinct sound. Only those who know Me will hear that sound and be ready when I call My beloved ones home.
Now is the time to hear My voice and harden not your hearts against Me .
I have loved you with a love that is true and unfailing.
Let My body be healed.
Let that which has been wounded and broken be healed.
Comfort My people, says your God.
Comfort and encourage my children to return to Me.
Visit My people and draw them back into My fields .
Tend to their wounds; give them My bread and water.
Be to them as an angel .
Minister to their every need. Remind them of My grace, and My many acts of kindness.
Do not abandon My flock, for I will deal harshly with those who have scattered My sheep and allowed them to stray without so much as a care.
I see all, I know all. You will give an account on that very day for those I have committed to you.
It may be one sheep, ten, one hundred or more.
Draw by the Spirit of God that dwells in you, My people; draw My children home from the four corners of the world:
from the east, the west, the south and the north.
These are the ending of the last days. Be kind, tender, and loving to My children. Weep with them, laugh with them, sorrow when they sorrow, be a friend and a sister or brother.
How much I love you, My children.
How much more should you love one another.
End
© Prophetic Pen
I believe this call is to the Church to receive back those who have been driven away because of many offences.
God is saving new souls daily, and calling out for his wayward children to come home. -- Ruthie
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© 2006 by Ruth Pletcher
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