This
old world we live in is no paradise, there is something in the air
that has been drop on the land making desecrate places.
The
righteousness are not all taking their G-d given authority of
subduing the earth so that all creation may sing to Him. Take
possession over what the enemy has stolen, speaking to creation as
you walk through the land.
Anointing
with oil, breaking off the strongholds that curse the territory.
Even
Y'Shua spoke to the tree that was not producing.
Tell
the rocks to shout out praises to the King of Kings.
Tell
the flowers to radiate their heavenly beauty in unionist.
Speak
to the soil to nurture the plants to grow in abundance.
Call
in the birds to sing a new song to His glory.
We
are here for such a short season, just passing through, heading to
the Promise Land. Speak to the earth to be as it is in heaven where
all creation praise the Creator.
