Name: O’ My Father Let Not Your Fury be Turned from Me.
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O’ My Father Let Not Your Fury
be Turned from Me.

By Shannan Humphrey

O’ my Father, let not Your fury be turned from me. Look upon the weakness and impurity that is upon me. A representation of all the carnal offspring that came before me. Those who hath not been born of You.

Those that profane Your Name, claim Your Covenant, then continue in their shame, thinking they contribute that shame unto You. I do not contribute that shame, that sin, that iniquity, that transgression unto me.

But unto the one whom the earthen named. He is to blame, those of his brethren know his name and the many, many sins. In him I do not trust, in him lusts for greed and terror! In him death and destruction, he hath not known Your words, nor understood them. How could he, he is of the world.

Your words are of Heaven. He heard the words the claims of those who claim Your Name. What does one do when they realize their claim is untrue? That while they are the teachers, they themselves need to be instructed.

How do you tell Your children that they have mistaken in listening. How could they discern the difference, they are babes in the spirit. Does a newborn babe understand the words of their parents from the womb? Have a baby’s words been formed? They cry out when they are in need or in pain.

When they cry out, they are not in need of being made clean. Are they not in need of pure milk? Are they not in need of Comfort, Tenderness, and Safety from the elements that are a threat to their very lives.

Because we are eternal My Father, Wisdom My Mother, My Brother Salvation, My Sister Birthplace, have You all not formed me in the womb of my Mother. Have you not forged me in the fire? Is it not Evident, I AM not like many that have come before me! Distinction.

Why hath you made me in the Heavens, why hath Your minds conceived one such as I? Hath not I heard their cries! Hath, I did not hear Your babes Your adolescence cries out unto My Family! Have they not asked for fruit!

Why do they give them bread! Have they not cried out for strong drink? Why do they give them mingled milk?

When Your children have cried out from the ground, they give them empathy instead of strength. When your children glorify You, they take glory from your children. Your very own children know there is something very wrong about the earth they call church!

Yet they are scattered about like sheep in their minds, in their spirits, they refuse to hear it! Like sheep cantered about through the nations not just Jerusalem.

What will You do to correct it? I know and understand much too much of You to not understand it’s for reason, a season, a purpose under Heaven. Where hath you raised it, where hath You formed it, adorned it, performed it.

O’ Bethlehem of the Heavens, where is your bread?

Who hath You given a mouth?

Who hath You given a Mind?

Of what stature? Of what kind?

Of what Generation? Of what Time?

Who shall be the Next Up and Coming?

From which Spiritual Lineage will he or she come from?

Will He be already known? Shall he be a continuance of the traditions of the father that come before him. Shall He arise from nowhere, from no one, from nobody!

Shall he hath a body?

Shall that body be like rags?

Shall that body be tall?

What color shall his hair be?

Where in the world will he come from?

Where will he be instructed?

Who instructed him?

What color will his skin be?

How heavy, how thin?

How will we know him?

Will he be easy to recognize?

Will it be apparent?

Will his words be clear as day?

Will he speak of mysteries?

Where will he get these mysteries?

Why will he have them and no one else has heard them?

Will he be treated kindly? Will they offend him? Will I offend him? Will he
offend me? Why would he offend me? Why would I offend him? Will he be young? Will he be old? Will he be gentle? Will he be bold? Will he be Fire? Will he be like water?

Will his words make sense? If not, why not? What will be his purpose? To free us or burp us? Why would he be rejected? Why would he be neglected? Why would we not esteem his words? Will we esteem them? Well surely, he’ll speak in our language?

Surely, he’ll look the part? Surely, I will recognize him? Surely, I won’t walk right by him. Surely, He’ll know me. Surely, I will know him. Surely the way he acts will determine to me that he is who he said he is. Surely, I would never call him a fool, a liar, surely when he said I was wrong I would rejoice in song and not pick up a rock and stone him?!

Surely, I would not say within myself, I wish this guy would shut up? Surely his words seem to go on forever, clever but all the more exhausting?

Surely, I would not desire his words to cease, tell him shut your mouth! Just stop that’s enough!

Surely, I would know who’s who in this invisible Kingdom. Surely his desire is not to be hidden from me but to be revealed? Surely, he would not let a church be full of Pharisees and Sadducees to this day?

Surely, he wouldn’t let us beat the air? Surely, he cares? Surely his mercy endures forever even though our lives end at 120 and then the judgement.

Surely, it’s extended? What would it benefit? He sending his prophet? We don’t need doom and gloom, it’s only noon. We are marrying and giving in marriage not looking for him and his bride in a baby carriage.

Why should we despair age our earthen existence? It’s in agreement not resistance. It’s faithfulness not stubborn persistence, right? Why would he rebuke me? I’ve done the best I can, I’m only a man!

What do you mean, I am near to being cursed, that’s not the verse that I continually rehearse! Curse me, curse you, who do you think you are telling me my inequity, my sin, iniquity, transgression, a greater lesson causes your love, born above me, dove me, and dip me, and if I refuse Your words, you slip me. Lost and Found, Heaven and ground, this is that, that is this, they are theirs and he is His.

What have you missed? Much and such.

The unspeakable unreachable unattainable things for man. That’s why I Am a son. Hear my Name remember it, there is no other name necessary! It is a Name far greater than my earthen’ s name.

The name of Glory, hear my story! The other name, shame no name I claim! At best an address a location. Meditation is my vocation!