indianmaiden77

When I, the Soul Speaks....I need you to understand that I am the inward hidden part of every man, When I speak, I speak of things that the world does not know, Take heed as I explain to you the conditions of your internal affairs, The world conditions it's own leaving you in dispair, as it calls to you, you don't fit in,and it doesn't want you here, You see if you were of this world then it would recieve you as it's own, this leaves you in a whirl wind, Rehabilitation and peace is what the world says it persues, yet it ignores the reason I made you. The world has not read the story of Saul, he persecuted me each time he went after my children, it was the conditions of the world contradicting its own rules and regulations. I met with Saul and ask him this question, Why are you persecuting me?, I knew what he was missin, I gave him a new name, you know him as Paul, no longer a scape goat used by the world to cover it's own lies, Forgetting that I see who is passing the buck, my court rooms you see, the lady of justice balances the scales, but, the world chose to give her blinders to bring dishonor and shame as it tries to hide behind my name. Yes many are called, this is true, but, few are chosen and I chose you. I want you to know that I breathed life into every man and carefully created each one out of the very heart,spirit and soul of me, Silent no more will I be, in this may you completely believe. The world is not wise enough nor does it have strength to take on Me,my wisdom is far beyond what the world tries to teach, My chosen few, will confound the worlds wise and bring down their own defenses, they will tremble and fear their lies will be uncovered. I chose you out of all the world, I know your internal affairs, the prostitute, the addict, the homeless and the needy, the ones the world threw away and called you nothingness, it covered you in shame. I'm not impressed with the worlds rehabilitations and what it percieves happiness in peace to be, what the world has done to you, is just like doing it to me, The world is my foot stool, I made it and I will take it away, the ways of the world kindle my anger, and my justice will prevail. Come to me, my son's and my daughters, you are my chosen few, the seat of my affections, When I The Soul Speaks.