The Rebellious Nation
Nov 29th, 2007 | By The Watchman | Category: A)The Watchman Declarations, Prophecies, featuredThe Rebellious Nation
By the Watchman Dana G Smith
Rebellion is as the Sin of witchcraft.
It is a rebellious nation,
This land called America.
Judge this Now!
Shall I not do so!
Shall I not bring upon the rebels what they desire?
They shall have a curse instead of a blessing.
They will have their own way.
For this is a stubborn people,
A people that has received of my hand.
Behold, I have bless them.
Yet, they curse me,
Taking my name in Vain.
They follow wickedness and enjoy it so.
It shall come, this thing they enjoy.
The way of their own doing.
Yea, it shall rise up to meet them.
It shall be a bitter day,
As when a bear is deprived of her cubs.
As before a ravenous lion in her den.
As before a merciless enemy on the field.
Behold it shall be done!
For the L-rd is Governor of the nations.
His hand shall be upon thee.
O’ Rebellious ones, where shall you go?
O’ selfish child to whom will you seek?
When I raise mine hand upon you,
To do you evil and not good,
To bring you contempt and not goodness,
To let my anger rise upon you.
For in My bosom I shall hide my elect,
But my wrath shall settle upon the wicked and rebellious ones.
Look and behold my people.
See if I shall not do this.
The day I rise up for the slaughter.
The day of mine elect.
The establishment of their heritage.
For in me shall they be,
While I bring vengence and amend justice.
Hearken O’ foolish nation.
Listen O’ Rebellious.
For it shall come,
It shall not tarry.
It will find you,
It shall not delay.
Selah…
The Harlot
By the Watchman Dana G Smith
While I meditated upon all these things, I saw this…
Behold, I saw a harlot, young and very pretty. She saw me and advanced towards me. She was full of lusts and smile seductively. This was a
woman desireous to have. She was a woman of the night, full of wickedness. Attractive, I could feel her power, her alluring ways, the ways which
bring death upon the sons of men.As I meditated, this vision went away and immediately there stood another one before me.
Behold, I saw a harlot, she was old, very advanced in age, and she approached me. Full of lusts, she smiled. The woman, old aged, desireous to have.
Behold she was a woman of the night. Full of wickedness, not young, but very old. Still through her alluring ways attracted many. You could feel her
power as she approached. Through her ways, she brought death. Yea, death to many that gave in to her deceits.As I meditated upon this vision, I heard a voice, softly saying.
This nation was a harlot, young and growing. Now in her old age, ancient, still walking in lusts, alluring, deceiving many.
She visited pleasure and loved it so. Moving, twisting, and mincing as she walks. She has made herself up, decorating, painting, and dressing up in all the fineries man could want.
Yet, beneath, she is a withered old maid, a harlot of history, who has made herself up. Yet, as a woman of the night, has never left her profession. Behold, she brings death
and misery is found in her. She is evil in all her ways. Do not be deceived.
