I God, Spirit, CAUSE Glory not shame to BE Seen IN Lamps of Light, in My Hand.

The beginning, man and beast multiplied, BUT at My Coming Presence IN Flesh, the OLD flesh BECOME New? WHEN the NEW Man IS COME, THEN Shall the LOST Come Hearing, Walking in His Steps, Resored to My Presence. The thoughts, actions of the OLD flesh in time, defiled the land given for THEIR possession as dust. They unto God ARE AS UNCLEAN WOMAN,living BY Air in infected blood. The STATE OF UNCLEANESS BY human spirit, a cycle of loss. The Body, Bride of Christ, PERPETUALLY Cleansed BY Spirit, there is no loss of life, ONLY Thoughts of Day, Reality. ONCE the Seed IS Planted IN the Body, there are no more children born unto death in time. The Man and His Body OF Hope, BEAR THE Name as His Tribe. The SANCTIFIED BY Presence, Will, Mind, without even one thoughs, DOUBT of unbelief, darkness. The Rain and the Sound Of His Thunder Comes from His Clouds, UPON THE Body of FAITH Prepared by the Sword, Tongue of Fire, TO Receive and DUST BECOME Wheat, for Bread on His Table. O bones of time, Hea NOR the Voice, Trumpet, Sound of His Return TO Gather ALL that ARE Living Sould, from the grave, earth of dust IN TIME, TIME BOUND weeds void of Life, Roots, Hope. The childfen of pride DEAD TO Reality, think they can, human souls enslaved to human spirits, CAN AND DO free themselves from death in time. But pride IN them will not confess THE Truth, Breath, Word of God that Saves all who BOW IN Faith unto His Presence of Life.