By Kenneth Martin

Prophecy

For My People I Say Unto Thee, Surely My Blessings Are Upon Thee. Think It Not Strange To See The Wicked Being Blessed. Yea! For Me To Bless Thee, Saith The Lord, Your Blessings Overflow Upon The Wicked Because You Are There.

The Day Cometh When Your Not There, The Wicked Will Wonder Why Things Are Going Wrong Yea! Because You Are No Longer There, And They Will Begin To Understand It Was Because Of My People They Were Being Blessed Also.

Hell Has Come To Town And I Will Work My Will On Earth Until I End It All,

Saith The Most High