Promise Land

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.