(Keep hearing the first sentence, over and over ... for 2 days. This message -as most- are meant for many people.)
"You have attracted heavenly attention."
"You have attracted heavenly attention.
You have been noticed.
Your faith has shined.
(But) you have also attracted devilish attention. You are a marked woman. (or man.)
You are a target, in the enemy's cross hairs.
So it is with My people, as they shine bright like a *supernova*.
They are reflecting My shining glory.
The brighter My *stars* become, the more evident is their trail throughout the darkness.
The light shines brightest in the darkest atmospheres.
Granted, My light always exceeds even the seemingly *bright* false stars.
They are merely a cheap imitation of Me; a *paste* instead of true diamond.
The devil ... (notice his name? (*d-evil*).
So is My name.
I am God.
I am g(o)od.
Forever so shall My stars shine beside Me.
We will never burn out.
We will not be black stars.
Our position is fixed.
You are in Divine position with Me.
Send forth the trumpets.
Bring in the loud cymbals, the mighty drums. the strings, the percussion and the winds.
Play forth a melody unto your LORD.
Play forth a song, a melody: fitting for a King.
Play the most simple, honest tribute.
Play to Me as to a lover ... to a lost love ...and to a found love.
Sing forth your best efforts of love to Me.
I desire more and more praise.
Praise the Almighty King of kings.
Praise My Son.
Praise, for My Spirit enables this unto Me.
My Spirit offers up praise through open vessels ... through (willing) channels of My Spirit.
Let My Spirit sing through you.
Sing in the Spirit.
And, pray in the Spirit.)
But, also pray with your understanding, and sing with your understanding.
Understand, and know, that I am a loving God and an adoring Father ... and My Son is your gate to Me.
He is your Holy Gatekeeper, and He is singing a song to draw in His lost sheep.
The song of the LORD is grand.
The song of Jesus is lovely.
The Song of My Spirit is HOLY.
My song is sweet, and it is high.
It is high above the earth; it reaches into the heavens.
My song is excellent and it is produced in its fullest by the young.
The young (children, infants) perfect My praise.
They still (quiet, silence) the sound of the enemy.
As the little ones lift their tiny voices unto Me, I raise up standards of My grace.
I send mercy.
I send truth.
I send justice.
I send salvation.
And I send repentance.
Before any battle, the battle cry is heard.
It echoes over the land.
It brings forth My Divine guard.
The song of the LORD emits a signal to My Heavenly host.
They stand at attention.
They listen with rapt, attentive hearing.
They await orders from Me.
They go as sent.
> from 9/29/2008 @ 3:16am /ended message 4:34am
Heavenly host = angelic armies