Heads are to roll - prophecy

[Shofargirl]

Heads are to Roll

Too many heads, too many chiefs, too many plumed feathers displayed for all to see in their grand splendour.  All these heads will roll one after another.  Not one of them will be spared.  One by one systematically their heads will roll.

They are all lined up in their plumed feathered helmets upon their prideful heads.  All together they stand.  All in unison.  One by one the Sword will sever off their heads.  Clean, blood splattered,  these enemies against the Lord.

The Spirit of Jehu, a man chosen devoted to the Lord will drive through with Chariots of Fire to take each head off.  They will be placed in a basket for all to see.  All one family who do not worship the Lord but Baal.

I, the LORD do not change.

The Wisdom of the Lord is beyond reproach.  His Sword is clean and cuts through, yes I, the LORD am to raise a man chosen by Me.  In the Spirit of Jehu to rid a complete family who have blighted and scorned the name of the Lord.

The Arena is set.  The sand beneath will envelope the blood of the heads to roll.  Yes one by one each man stands in line awaiting the Sword knowing his time has come.

The Rider comes in Righteousness with His Sword.  One by one from left to right.  A clean severing of the heads one by one is to part from these bodies.

They seem many, they seem majestic but their black plumes are seen only by the Lord preened like a peacock the colour of jet coal black as oil.  Shining, glimmering.

These heads are seen yet unseen for these rolling of the heads is an act from the Heavenlies.  The Command given by the Father in Heaven.

Yet one remains hid within this line of men who does not wear the helmet of plumed black majestic feathers, yes these feathers groomed to perfection.  Yes there is one that is hid and is not seen until all the other men have been executed one by one severed by the Righteous Sword.  This one wears not any helmet of pride or arrogance as though to disguise.

He seems to embrace the Father in Heaven but the Father knows the heart is deceitful above all else, though he embraces the Father hidden amongst the men with plumed majestic feathers he is worse than every one of them.

Deception Deception Deception

The prince of this world, the prince of darkness reigns amongst many, hidden from the eyes of men but the Father knows and will single him out until the end and then the final execution but not by the Sword.

The Arena darkens; pitch black, as black as the plumed feathered arrogant helmets of the men already executed by the Spirit of Jehu.  The sand beneath cannot even be seen because of such blackness, eternal blackness.

The death that awaits, for surely it is waiting for this one last man standing.  Death crouches around swirling around in different directions and the man, the most deceitful of all, does not know from which direction it comes but he knows it is coming.

The man thinks because he does not wear the outward adorning of majestic plumage of jet black feathered helmets he is hid and not of those who have been severed by the Double Edged Sword.

But the Father, his heart weeping must banish him for the evil he has done. 

The Lord mighty in Justice and Majesty must rid of this evil as with the family of Ahab.  It must be done.  No trace left.

Yes darkness is to fall into this separated Arena, not for all the world to see, just for a few who will see with their own eyes those looking for justice.  Their eyes will see the end to a tyrannical dynasty of men.  Men proud, corrupt but not beyond the eyes of the Father in Heaven.

Swift is His Sword.  Clean is His Justice.

Righteousness and Justice must prevail, yes a dynasty who have not worshipped the Lord but Baal.  Yes they will be gone forever.

Oh how the Father's heart is torn to take away the most deceitful one of all, the one without the helmet of pride and plumage but his heart was and is set for evil and must be dealt with.  This is by the Father's Hand alone.

Yes precious saints, watch, wait and see before your very eyes the end of a wicked dynasty as with Ahab.

There will be no mourning for that has already been and gone.  Now is the Hand of Justice.  It is to prevail.

I am the LORD.

Those who have eyes will see it and those who have ears will know it.

But this is not the end; these are the beginnings of greater birth pains.

Look to the Father, dear Saints.  Look to Jesus.

An unleashing of such evil is to come but I am in the midst protecting My little ones, My Saints.  For you are clothed with the Helmet of Salvation, clothed in My Righteousness for without the covering of My precious blood your sins would still remain.

The Blood of the Lamb

The Blood of the Lamb

Worthy is the Lamb who is worthy to be praised.

Worthy is the Lamb.

All Heaven waits in anticipation of the Bride joining the Bridegroom.

Yes the Blood of the Lamb

Praise His Holy Name

All the angels sing, awaiting adoring.

Consummation of the Church of Jesus Christ.

Awake Saints, Awake Saints.

Watch and pray

Yes Worthy is the Lamb who was slain.  Yes Worthy is the Lamb who was, who is and who is to Come.

Rivers of Joy

Rivers of clean living waters healing the nations.

Come closer to Me children... come closer.

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty.

Heaven awaits with bated breath for your redemption draws nigh

Watch the Chariots of Fire My Saints to bring you home as Elijah.

Yes you will see them in all their splendour.

Open your eyes for you will see them as Elisha, yes My prophets, My servants, My children you are all One in Christ.

Heaven awaits.

Jesus is coming soon!

Watch and pray.  See the wicked fall down in their pride, pomp and arrogance.

Watch and pray, stay alert.  The devil prowls around like a lion but the Father is right there.  I am there.  We are One.

Blessed are those clothed by the Blood of the Lamb

Come children do not be afraid.

The battle belongs to Me.  Hold My Hand and trust Me.

Yes the battle is Mine!

Trust!

I am the LORD

 

 

Shofar girl