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Originally Posted by Onmyknees4God
This verse has always come to mind when thinking of President Trump
1 Samuel 12:13 Now therefore behold the king whom ye have chosen, and whom ye have desired! and, behold, the LORD hath set a king over you.
For a moment at least, America came to it's senses and decided to make the right choice of leadership. I hope this is America's
Genesis 12:2 And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing:
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Last night I had a dream, and I know I was approached by the Holy Ghost personally with this image. He wants me to carry His message far and wide:
The United States has no King but Christ. On His Glorious Head is a Crown of Thorns. He is cloaked in purple, the garments of royalty, but at the same time, the cloak was also the American Flag (dreams are weird that way). He sits on the Right Hand of the Father, and on His Right Hand flies an Eagle, the embodiment of Freedom. The Eagle looked at me and straight into my soul. He spoke these words to me,
"You must pray. Pray hard for America. Pray for her leaders and her military and the troops that are going to round up and expel those dirty immigrants by the hundreds of thousands. They are polluting my land. They are dishonoring my legend. This whole, 'press 2 for English' shenanigans has got to stop! You can trust your President, but nobody else here on Earth. Especially the media. They're all crazy. They hate who God put in the White House because they hate God. Most of them are Jews and Jew sympathizers but you'll never know a less antisemitic person than President Trump who DID get more electoral votes than any other president, and who IS beloved by more Americans than all the other presidents combined, even if most of them were too busy with real jobs to vote.
But fear not, Jesus will come soon, and I soar above Him like a feathered herald crying in the Good News that a giant cavalry from Heaven is coming just through those clouds yonder! There is no time to waste!"
Then the Eagle shed a single tear and I awoke, shaking and I knew the Holy Ghost had spent the night in my humble bed, between me and Mr. Etheldreda who steals the sheets then complains he's too hot and wakes up cranky at me because he's covered in sweat.