PSALMS - ’’Royal Priest Hood’’

Father at your word, we will hold forth, we will hold the lines till you come, no matter what the people say or do, not only this, we will advance your Army and take territories in your name in which we do exploits, we will turn right side up all the enemy as turned upside down. The spark will not remain a spark, it will generate charge and become a great fire of revival, then the Army of the Lord shall rise up again, even the Army that was once known to be in the valley of dry bones, they will not fail nor loose their ranks; see them in the shinning Armor of Faith and brilliant breast plate of Righteousness, equipped with the sure word of their king, and ridding majestically upon the horse of salvation. They will move swiftly at the move of one, who is before them, even the Spirit of truth sent to guide, lead and bring them to remembrance. Hail the Army of kings...yes the Army of Kings, for the least of them is a king. The Army of Priest...yes the Army of Priest, for the least of them is a Priest. They are called the ‘’Royal Priest hood’’ of the most high God... the end time Army and solution of the world...yes the chosen vessels of God, true light that shines in darkens which darkness cannot overcome...see them they ride unto salvation without fear or favor, for wherever the master leads them they will go...they are the sons of God...unto whom the whole creature earnestly waits their manifestation...it as began, the Army is mustering, bit by bit, drop by drop, they are every were in every nation, in every church ,corner and city...praying ‘’thy kingdom come’’, they thirst for righteousness even the rule of the king father whom they call the King of kings...they thirst for the power of the world to come which is at hand. See their King, he gathers his Kings even his Army, the enemy will fail again...the error that they made at the cross will be made again, can they know the mind of God, for if they had known they wouldn't have killed the King father... now with greater wisdom the King father will gather his Army...the Harvest is ripe, the field is too brown, the Harvesters are eager to throw in the sickle the Army is chosen, even hand picked by the master himself...vessels of honor...vessels of neither good, silver, clay nor wood but of honor...wine skins who as matured with the wine, anointed of the lord, Gods prepared vessels, Boanerges of God...God count me in and let me be a part this Army. Amen