They let the little one down, can’t say it any clearer, those sent to help, seem to have lost the plot, barriers everywhere and hoops, and the young spirit calls out, he is pleading for divine help, help me the call without delay, there are some too young to ask, haven’t got the education or insight, those depend on help, don’t have the knowledge inside.
Remember the days when it seemed lost, the days so many went about, spirit drowning, the great recovery when it seemed lost, the many blessings poured out from all the requests, the miraculous deliverance of many, without further hesitation I make my petition for reasons of love no other. The needs of The Spirit call out, your protective hand needed.
The heart light makes delight in the heart of many, don’t’ allow them to extinguish them anymore, little light, what would we do without it, the many decisions it will make in favour of Love, if protected and allowed to live peacefully, Do not let them deceive anyone, amen.
Solomon was copper fastening the divine help on it’s way, certain his prayers got the hearing they deserved. Scars crossed his body and heart, but it had been worth it. He was going to keep on pouring it out. The words of the great prophet Isaiah came to mind, and they were heard. Precedent was in his favour, and he’d made the world his neighbourhood, just to be sure. If they thought he was ill prepared, little did they know, amen.