Tuesday  May 13, 2008___  6:43 P.M. C. S. T.

By Kenneth Martin

Written  Monday 1:42  P.M.

My Son Look Outside. Yea! The Sun Shines Forth After The Storm and You See The Beauty Of My Creation After The Storm.

Yea! Like There Never Was A Storm Where Your Sitting. Surely! My Son, When Your Jets Arrive From Europe, and Cash From The Two Governors Of California and Missouri, You Will Not Remember The Pressure You Are Now Under, But Will See The Beauty Of That Also.

Surely! The Hour Is Hard Upon Thee, As All My Church. But I Tell Thee All, Saith The Lord. The Hour Of Deliverance Is Upon My Church.

Wealth Will Change Hands Quickly Ahead, and My People Will Reign Upon Earth For A 1000 Years With My Son.

I Have Spoken