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A new deliver

Heroes of this age

A new deliver

               A new deliver
        Tell me can you hear, can you hear it, it's coming breaking through the unknown letting it be known that it will never never ever be the same. Because things must change , hell everything has changed.

           It's a different game and every nation has become afraid yes all people have become frightened. Yes it's a new dawn a new way of life, or could it just be the end of everything.

            But wait all through history in times like this when things are gone amiss, that's when the heroes of this age will begin to fly. So I asked you will it be a David or maybe a Samson or couldn't be a Deborah? We don't know who it will be yet.

            It could just be a baby or maybe it's you. Or maybe they haven't been born. Maybe it's your son or your daughter. It could be a homeless man that talks to God and God talks to him.

               You see brother and sister where is the wise where is the scribe where is the disputer of the age, has God not made the wisdom of this age foolish.

                For you see God's calling people not many wise according to the flesh not many mighty, not many noble are called in times when things have gone amiss. And can you see it is in times like this that we choose the wrong  ones.

                  For God has chosen the foolish things to put to shame the wise. So let's just call the kettle black after all it was and is the wise in this world today that led us into this mess.

               So I asked you who hopes for what he already has but if we hope for what we do not yet have we wait for it with patience. So ask you one more question have the ones that we put our hope in in the world today done us any good

Written by Keith inspired by God

 

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