The Cure

—The sun sets now; dreadful night comes quickly. Crippling darkness hovers over the surface of the deep. 

Great fear creeps slowly, clutching throats, like a plague. His fingers, like snakes, coil tightly; many dead. 

His face, like a dragon, multiplies by day. His head is encircled, many crowns; here to stay. 

His lies spew forth upon the earth, like fire. He hovers over all, like a royal sire. 

Through ancient shadows of the deep, great fear is born. He entraps every thought with his claws, like thorns. 

The nations bow down; many lives are slain. No hope is found; he takes their breath away. 

Many hearts held captive by emotion and isolation. Falling deeper, now deeper, into greater depression.

The world cries out in loud anger and frustration.  Like a virus, taking hold; it shatters all ambition. 

It has taken their mother, grandparent and child. It has stolen their life savings, many jobs; much defiled.

Darkness, such darkness! Perhaps now they will hear! They pray out loud, but succumb to the fear. 

“Is there a God out there who really cares for me? I only see this fear rising up in me! My faith is all shattered! Has the battle been won? My life seems so scattered! Oh, I feel all alone!”

Be still, my child. 

Now, breathe. I see you. 

Open your eyes. I have gone out before you.

Can you feel the breath of heaven and see my LIGHT in the sky? I will peel back this fear that has overshadowed your life!

His arms, oh so lovingly, stretched out on a tree: "My eyes see now. He’s looking back at me!"

He speaks, the earth rumbles: “All wars have been won. I have conquered the ancient enemy. The great battle is done!”

Be silent, my child.

Now, breathe and listen.

Open your ears. I will speak forth my vision.

Can you hear the wind blowing as the Spirit draws near? From the four corners of earth, you will soon meet in the air.

"A new day is born! Let this fear melt away! Let us clear out the thorns, as our LIGHT now invades!"

A prayer can be heard on the winds from the East; another and another, a pure fragrance of peace. Thousands upon thousands, mighty prayers are heard. Many people, once lost, are experiencing rebirth!

The darkness grows faint now, as His LIGHT overtakes it. Like incense, many prayers, His Church is awakened! Warring Angels are heard from the heavenly realms. He calls forth His Chosen People; on our knees, to the ground.

Lift up your eyes to the heavenly places! Sing praises of joy, for that’s where His grace is! You are His LIGHT, and no darkness can take it. Be strong and courageous, for He has overcome it! He's calling prayer warriors, intercessors and healers. Lift up your voices, as He conquers this killer!

I saw, from above, His LIGHT overtake us. The dragon seemed small, so weak and so helpless. The darkness rolled back, like a cloud after rain. The dragon fell hard with great quakes and sharp pain. He twisted and shrieked as the fires engulfed him. The world stood amazed at the POWER before them.

The darkness was gone. The Church stood united. The hearts of the parents turned back to their children. The children grew stronger in wisdom and knowledge. Prayers filled their homes and division, abolished.

Praise be to God, Good Father and LORD! We praise you this day for this revelation and Word. We give you this day both our worries and fear. We thank you, kind Father, for Jesus, the Cure. Amen!

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The LORD has spoken to me though His Word, His Church and through the Holy Spirit regarding COVID-19. While deep in prayer, the LORD gave me this vision of the enemy and the Cure. The only thing I knew to do was to write it down into the form of a poem. I give the credit to God. I hope this speaks to you as it has also spoken to me. I love you all.

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