The Word of God in Romania 1990.10.25 - The Word of God; Prophecy about Roman

1990.10.25
The Word of God 1 : Prophecy about Romania and its place in glory
(Translated by V.B.)
A strong voice is heard, which calls: „Who will speak for Me?“
Behold, I blow a spirit of awakening over the nations, to awake the spirit of discovery
over the wisemen of the earth, to let them know that I am God. I come to smooth the paths, I
come to clean the earth and to water it afterwards, for a new and rich grass to rise across it and
to feed the crowds once more. I am coming soon, and My reward is with Me. For I fulfill nothing
without revealing My secret to the prophets.
Jerusalem, you who kill prophets and exterminate the ones I have sent! Behold, I am
coming to perfect Myself. Let the nations and all the languages hear that I am coming with the
Jerusalem from above to settle it on the earth and to put in the middle of it the ones which are
written in the Book. I am coming to choose the Jerusalem again.
Behold the voice of Lord on earth! Write and tell the others what God speaks. The spirits
of God blow across the earth, and who dares to disturb My plans? Let him come to fight Me,
let him judge between Me and My vineyard.
Woe the ones who call the light darkness and the darkness light, who call the bitter sweet
and the sweet bitter! The Lord is coming and the mountains are shaking and He annihilates the
Babylon.
Oh, how you have fallen from the sky, you who said that you will settle your home in
My holy mountain! Behold, I have thrown you to the ground like a priceless branch. Behold, a
king is coming after you with My justice, and the eyes of the ones who see will not be closed
any more.
You, the weak at heart, strenghten yourselves and fear no more! I shall walk in front of
My chosen One and I shall smash the iron locks, as I am calling a man (King Mihai, r.n.) from
a far away land to fulfill My plan.
Rise, My Romania! Stand up, My love! Get rid of your yoke and come towards great-
ness, o, the citadel of My love! Do not cry any longer, My love, for the hardships will go away;
there is only one hour left. Behold, a new sun is rising and the flowers are blossoming and I am
coming to make you a bride, I am coming to love you and to put you into glory, and all your
friends will see you and will walk into your brightness, My love, for it is so written about you,
that the kings will walk into your greatness. The Lord is coming to rest upon you, for behold, I
am willing into you.
Your poets sang about you, your pagans sang about you, and they did not know what
they sang about, My love. My Spirits used to blow over you every morning and they woke your
love song, and you sang, beloved citadel, you sang your love song and you were beautiful and
you sang.
Clouds and fog passed across you and they changed your beauty and your laughter
ceased then, but I did not let any temptation to cross over your power. My Spirit, like an alphorn,
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