The winds, the storm, the waves come and go YET here We are Standing Together as ONE.

 Step to Step we Move and When the night of darkness is over, we be found Standing together.  The summer of RAGE.  The summer of discontent. Followed by Rain upon Rain the SOUL entered into the Ark of His Presence.  The Winter when there is no Fruit, followed by the Springing FORTH His Light for Gathering, The Feasting upon Eternal Fruit., Wheat and Wine.   The suffering of flesh, its searching for Help.  The Storehouses of God shall PROVIDE.  He the Preservation of LIVING SOULS, OPENS His Storehouse and the Living ARE Fed.

The Religious souls have not Living Truth but the spirit of the dead, guiding, moving them.  The Fragrance of Christ, Heaven's Breath is come upon us as we live here among the dead.  From one denomination, faith to another they travel, never fed the Bread of Life.   The religious teachers desire their silver and gold but fleece the Shepherdess flock.  Promising the Divine Spirit that ONLY God GIVES to children of human flesh, human blood.  Breathers of AIR not Spirit.  Sellers of useless human things in Exchange for time with Christ.  The desperately thirsting sheep turn from men of flesh TO the Son of the Spirit.  Running out of time, IT is TIME TO...BE