Our enemy thinks to revel in the abomination that makes desolate... too, destroy the Most High and the nations of the righteous... Come quickly, Lord ... like the wind of restoration, sweep clean the Earth and restore the Kingdom of the righteous before it is lost.
Rally now, ye men of faith... speak to the enemy with a firm hand, send them running... let them seek shelter among the rocks... in the belly of Hell. Press the Lord of Hosts while He yet may be found...
NOW is the TIME to pull down the high towers of the wicked... to engage the steel blade of the Word of God... to divide the wicked from the just ... the soul of the righteous from the spirit of the evil one... Today is the Day of Salvation... take it while it can be found.
Can ye not hear the furnace of indignation roar... with the flames of justice as they call for judgment? Faint not at the calamity of the wicked... do not withdraw from the task until it is done.
Thus saith the Lord of Hosts... Amen