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TIME IS HAPPILY MARRIED, I KID YOU NOT

 A TRUE LOVE STORY, 

TIME IS HAPPILY MARRIED, 

SOMEONE PLEASE HOLD ME, I WAILED, O I WAILED — TIME GOT MARRIED IN OUR GENERATION. 


Early before dawn, I heard a group of sounds communicate in this chorus, “was He SURE He'll return to save us?”. At first I wondered what sound meant to say, there I realised they wondered if Jesus will ever return — so like you know, I turned to them, though they were collectively named doubt, I did well to mention what was SURE, which they did not know — Quite interesting, I had a scripture on my heart from the petrine epistles, and there it was clear that we had a more SURE WORD OF PROPHECY. So I said to them “what was preached never required that you become sure it'll happen, rather, WHAT WAS PREACHED is called SURE. Then I went out from them, 


On my way, I read on the notice, :

Time waited for so long, virtuous and true to herself, but like we were told, “it shall come to pass”, truly she's about to pass by all who rejected her company, finally passing up the aisle, beyond the everlasting debris of eternity — and though I couldn't wait to watch her pass because I had to save another soul, I paused and wailed for my father's house, O I wail — time has finally matured, yet they did not know, after her word, her man, the Man Christ Jesus, passed into our world for her hand in marriage, two thousand years was the seal of betrothal, yet very few knew, that long is here now, hard to say but let's face it true — her bridesmaid whispered in my ears as one mourning, yes one mourning in the evening, with words filled with the dust of men, lives that ought to have escape the stretch pain of a lonely soul down an endless road. 


TIME HAS BE MARRIED INTO HER HOME OF ETERNITY, 

THE FATHER WILL SAY TO HER. 


Let's quite gossip in tears, : 

Wow! Time has finally matured. Everyone shouted, 

We were told of the SIGNS OF THE TIMES, now we're in the TIMES OF THE SIGNS. A sudden switch and growth, everlasting will soon step out into eternity, as her desired abode. Time has matured, so virtuous I need to blush her.


 Jesus is coming soon I meant to say, He'll be borne out of the clouds like a fruit borne at maturity, and then everlasting will upstream into eternity, and on that day, she'll have no print in the sands of time. Yes, the door will be shut on the farm : I waited, O I waited to see, then behold every eye shall see him,, I read that all the nations will wail, Revelations told me on the farm, He was there — a feeling so urgent, even now I wait for a door, for the fruit is ripe and the door will be shut. 


Ow please forgive me, I said, I couldn't help but wail at what I saw, that I see even now for you — I wailed intensely, I knelt down in my heart so I could wail to dust if he'll ever hear this message of salvation, even words fail to jump off my lip, the sabbath is approaching, here the words that made us saved will also rest finally, in our Lord of the sabbath, with time. 


Time has finally matured, joy because I told you.

 — but wait a minute, I saw something, sorry, I still see it. I moved closer and there I found a way, in capital letters, THE WAY to the farm was again provided, yet tis closing rapidly, so quickly say with me : “Lord Jesus, save me”, yes say it, that's THE WAY I saw, John 14:6 saw it too. 


So I need not kid you, please say it : “Lord Jesus, save me”, and join me on the other side of joy.


Done? Wow! Congratulations, 

Now I welcome you to the farm of life, now bear with me the fruit of righteousness, and the joyful weight of eternity, the urgency in my heart. Time has finally matured, yes, she'll soon return with all she brought back into eternity, “everything will pass with her» , she's happily engaged, so radiant, she's so beautiful. I kid you not! 


WHAT INSPIRED THIS CANTICLE OF HOPE IN CHRIST : 

I miss my dear friend, Mukaro A. D. Who stepped out of time, while men stepped out of school. It's almost 10 years. He did what I'm doing, He preached too, but today he's no more. I preach too, but someday I'll be home, and the music will be my heartbeat today. Jesus loves you. 


I authored a book in his memory, for the legacy of love he imprinted on my heart. Thank you there up in heaven, Sir. I see you in the word because you're with Jesus. There we will be also, by and by. There up in heaven, I say, I'll rest too. 


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Regards from π’Ÿ✩π“Žπ“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“‡, 

DAYSTAR JCHM ®

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  1. A beautiful read, we truly are in THE TIMES OF THE SIGNS, πŸ”₯πŸ”₯❤️

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