By Kenneth Martin

3 Prophecies

Gift Of Prophetic Vision and Voice Written

My People. Yea! It Is My Will That Is So Important, Not What you Accomplish, But Whether You Please Me. It's Not Numbers, But My Will. Do You Think A Man That Pastors 10,000 Is More Pleasing To Me Than A Man That Pastors 100? Nay, Saith The Lord. Yea! It Is Pleasing To Me That You Pastor Those I Give Thee, and I Will Add The Numbers That Are Important To Me, Not You. Surely, Those That Have Mega Churches Walk In Honor Of Man Without A Special Honor From God, Surely They Are Blessed Of God Also.

But I Tell Thee, Which Is The Most Important To God? Both Are. Yea! Please Me For What I Tell Thee To Do, As I Lead Thee. Soon You Will See You Are Blessed and At Peace In Pleasing Me. Numbers Are Not That Important

Now, Saith The Lord, Go Forth and Plant The Seed In Good Ground and Prepare To Harvest Souls That Are In The Field,

Yea! They Are Coming In Saith The Lord, In Humungous Numbers.

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Have You Not Seen, Saith The Lord, Yea! Storms Raging? Yea! Shall You Wait For Good Weather Before You Go Forth and Get Your Needed Supplies From Town? Nay. Now I Say Unto Thee, While Troubles Are Everywhere and Satan Is Moving To Hold The Souls Of Man, I Have Provided You A Chance To Reap The Harvest. Will You Wait For Better Times? Or Will You Go Forth Now In Troubled Times and Do My Will?

 Surely There Are Many That Keep Silent Because It Will Make Them Look Bad To Witness For Me To Others.

But Yea! On Judgment Day They Will Answer To My Father, and He Will Judge Them.

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(What I See and Hear)

I see a blizzard so bad and so deep you can't see anything more than 100 feet in front of you. The sun is not there and it's dark, but a very slight twilight.

There is a very cold dreary feeling in what you see in front of you outside.

I can see a light starting to appear just slightly.

(A Voice Is Coming From Heaven)

My People, My Son Died For Thee, Will You Choose Darkness, Rather Than The Light?

The light appears to be on a road to the left, and the darkness of the storm appears to be on the road to the right.

(The Voice Comes Again)

Choose You Which Road You Want To Take