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Rev. Lainie Dowell (Received Friday, July 29, 2011 9:24 A.M. Search the Rivers of Life, And ~ The ripples will lead you through the streams of time The rocks will be the pathway that undergird your footsteps lest they should slip and throw you off course The fish will swim close to the shoreline, greet you, and befriend you on your journey The tents along the edge

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Rev. Lainie Dowell (Received Sunday, July 3, 2011 10:33 P.M.) It started when a wisp of spring floated across my brow My spirit lifted with the wind Spring called, I'll show you how. One melodious sound -- I marvelled The breeze called, Draw near. For, in the midst of present tunes, There is a tune you need to hear. Come fly.  Let us talk. But, then, you

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Rev. Lainie Dowell (Received by God's Hand Tues., July 12, 2011, 6:57 a.m. EST) The God of Heaven And Earth Commands The Obedience of All Mankind. Mankind has found a love and in that mixture of error comes the most of all deadliest -- Most oh most of all deadliest of unions. "For the Lord your God is a jealous God. And, thou shalt have no other gods before Me," saith the Lord of all.

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Reprinted Rev. Lainie Dowell (Received of the Holy Spirit in 2001) "Who touched Me?" My Master said. 'Twas I who reached out beyond the throng 'Twas I some said did not belong 'Twas I who touched His hem that day 'Twas I who received His Healing touch to stay 'Twas I who pressed my forelorn way To reach beyond beyond 'Twas I who touched His hem one day But He touched me more . . . He

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Rev. Lainie Dowell (Received of God's Spirit on Friday, July 8, 2011) Hollowed out in the hands of God Carved upon the scars Lay the most beauteous plans ever Have you been to the scene? Have you viewed the cross? Have you not crossed The River? Have you not climbed The Mountain? Have you not bowed at The Throne? Have you not touched God's face? Have you

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Dedicated To All of God's Warrior Women (Received of God's Spirit on Sunday, June 26, 2011) Rev. Lainie Dowell, Five-Fold Minister Wearer of the Iron Robe And God's Emissary of War In the shadow of myself, I know except the sun shines upon me I walk unseen and unknown I walk alone and on my own I walk in darkness not the light I walk restrained as in the night I walk unheard but I

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DEEP WHISPERINGS - SEAL By Rev. Lainie Dowell Received Friday, June 3, 2011, 4:13 A.M. Grab pencil and paper. Here it is. Flooding the earth are zillions of cell-infused sources of hope for better days ahead. Calming assurances flood the essence of all that is you. And in the sinews of bone and marrow reside the best part of all that has gone into your Godly makeup. Centermost in the

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Rev. Lainie Dowell Good Morning and Great Day! (3:14 a.m. EST) Up with the early dawn and basking in the presence of the Lord. Thanking and Praising Him for allowing it to be thus in my life. Praying that it will be in your lives as well. Walking and talking with God in the fullness of joy. Crying yet rejoicing. Full of SHOUT(s) and LEAP(ing) with High Praise(s) Can you hear it??

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Rev. Lainie Dowell Lift up all praise to Jah In your lowest of the low. For when in the storms of life It is only to Him you can go. Morning light comes just After the midnight flight. Joy enters in on the Wings of God's Dove and descends To bring you all of His Great Love. Let Him in to take the weight. He took the blows -- Why? Because He above all knows. O Hallelujah to our Savior

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Rev. Lainie Dowell     Time to get serious about God's business. Who can endure except that God be with them?       Trouble is all around on every hand. God's women are crying out all over this land. Children are hanging onto the skirttails of women. Women have become the beast of burden. Loaded down with the tossed asides and leftovers and wretched and torn and tattered lives of loved ones

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By Rev. Lainie Dowell Just a pinch of salt will make everything better. But Lord where is the salt? It is in the Shaker. But Lord where is the Shaker? It is on the Table. But Lord where is the Table? It is by the Door. But Lord where is the Door? I AM. What Lord? The Door. Where Lord? Here. Reach out your hand and take it. How Lord? Boldly. Why Lord? Silence. When Lord? Silence.

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By Rev. Lainie Dowell Lord -- I am so RESTLESS now. O how I want to preach your word of liberation. But why must that liberating word come from out of oppressiveness? And why must it be overbearing and overwrought with overall bigotry in the land? Why can't "nice" words like "please", "thank you", "would you mind?" suffice for our cause? Why must it be that words like "demand," "no more," "

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Given to Rev. Lainie Dowell By the Hand of God on her birthday in 1997  The melody of God's own love song From The Heart of God to You! More than ever, the Melody of God's Own Love Song! My beloved child of my own heart. Happy Birthday! The song is here. There will never be another Song For me then the Song of God's own love. Call upon His name! Give Him all the praise. God loves you and He is

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By Rev. Lainie Dowell  There's just one perfect Rose In God's Garden of Life But He did not hide Him away. He gently picked Him up In the palm of His mighty hand And sent Him on His way. God gave His Only Begotten Son to come to everyone And it's in His holy name we pray. God gave His Only Son to come to everyone Yes He came to set the captives free. So it's in His holy name we ever more

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  Shepherd of God, Lamb of God Jesus, pure and Holy There upon that Hill of Glory Wrapped up in God wholly. Take upon Your own breast The sins of all my wretchedness. Wash the stains of my guilt away. Uphold me that I will not stray. Blessed Savior, I am Yours today. Keep me, Lord, Lo all along the way. GOD IS AWAKE-- AND HE CARES FOR YOU!  WordSpeak Copyright (c) 1999-2011. Original

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By Rev. Lainie DowellWhat will God do with one lone leafleft on a branch of a dead tree and hanging lowbut unreachable and in plain viewfor all to see?That leaf flies high and out of reach.But for all who stop to see --it shall teach.God has mercy on a leaf that flies high.And to keep out of reach, it touches the sky. For all the other leaves that had fallen from the branchhad reached out too far

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THUS SAITH THE LORD:The Word of the Lord God!By Rev. Lainie DowellMany have heard what you heard and seen what you see but they have not had the temerity to dare to believe God Himself hath done it as you have.Many are called but few are chosen and when they are handpicked by God, none is in the room but them and God --- Alone!Three in One and the man and woman of God are the only ones to be in

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By Rev. Lainie DowellJust as the sun peered across the horizonand lightened up the viewI awakened and, with the coming dawn,I stirred in YouCupboards of heaven flooded the roomwith blessings untoldand dispelled all gloomWatchingWakefulall through the nightflickers of light caressed my faceand my soultook flightThen off from a distanceyet near to my earthe Spirit whisperedoh so clearAwakenAriseI

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As I watchedAnd as I waitedI prayed."Can you not watch with Me one hour?"The master said.As I watchedAnd as I waitedI prayed.Morning broke above the night.All in the world was calm and bright.Warm glow of firery earth cooledin the daily birth.Within the Artist's shed,I looked and saw above His head.All the angelic hosts bowed low.In that place His train did flow.I strained to viewThe Master's

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"Who touched Me?" My Master said.Twas I who reached out beyond the throng.Twas I who some said did not belong.Twas I who touched his hem that day.Twas I who received His healing touch to stay.Twas I who pressed my forlorn wayTo reach beyond beyond.Twas I who touched his hem one day.But He touched Me more --He touched my soul.The Master came in and where He stoodThe gaze of love emanated andThe

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Only God can write a poemthat will last beyond mere words,grip the hearts, minds, and soulsof all those who happen upon themand will make them their own.Only God can give true meaningto droplets of ink placed uponparchment drawn from the hearts of thosewho grip the instrument.Only God can calm the restless spirit,soothe the questioning mind,hold the weary soul,revive the worn out body.Only God

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Quiet whisperings in the depths of my soulOvertake me with the glow of dawnAnd awaken within my innermost heartA deeper longing for the heart of GodMost dearFor 'twas God who dipped His fingerInto the chest of manAnd withdrew it to createAn even greater planHe withdrew that rib fromAdam's cageAnd set it freeUpon life's pageYea.God fashioned that boneAs Adam sleptAnd a womanly shape created HeLest

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The floor of heaven has holes for kneelingunderneath the floorboards so that the soulsbelow could receive a residue of all the praisesthat flow forth from the Throne Room.There shall be a path.And there shall be a path, saith the Lord.And in the path of righteousness is laid a placefor all that sweet-smelling fragrance that waftsfrom below the holes under the floor of heaven.The holes are more

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If you would dare to block my wayto the shining riverbedthat is sparkling and bright blue,then I will not push you aside from mebut this is what I shall do.I shall look upward to the Rock of Ages,the One who lives deep within my soul.And though He abides high above the air,I will turn neither this way nor thatwhile you stand right there and stare.For, if you would try to blockthe refreshing place

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I smelled the depths of travel along manyDusty highways, Faire.Set out a long time ago to get somewhere.Am I there?If so -- I do not much like it!Seasons watched and waitedAs my halting footsteps plottedThe course all along the way.Now here I sit to contemplate.Am I there today?Yesterday,When I was just a little child,I emerged from inside to go outside to playAlong the streets of

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Revive us Oh Lord God.Winter is harsh and dreer.Washed with undercoats of snow.Wet from crystals falling on earth.Whether sun shines or whether winds blow.Whether rain comes and the wintry night Remains --God will keep us!Beyond stark scenes of treesWhose leaves are blown awayWhere branches cause the trees toFollow the wind.March winds and April snowsCleanse the earth.Whisper it in the airAnd it

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Peaceful.Peaceful.Peaceful.So Peaceful.As the eventide that flows.As the newly washed stones on the riverbank.As the winter snow on a moonlit night.As the rain falls softly outside the window.As the sky waits unhurriedly for the clouds to appear.As the stranger's heart delights in fellowship.As the moss grows on a hillside.As the ivy takes its time to climb over the garden gate.As the Father's

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Some dream of houses and land.Some dream of cars and boats.Some dream of health and wealth.Some dream of beauty and votes.I dream of a land filled with love.I dream of a time of peace.I dream of friendships that last.I dream of a world where hopes outlastdreams that remain unfulfilled.I dream of little children and their tomorrows.I dream of old friends who lived only today.I dream of pets who

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It does not matter to God that you mightthink what you mean.What He really asks is this.Is your heart truly clean?Hear Him call ---I am He who can look beyond to seeif your heart is all that I created it to be.That which I covered your tiny frameand blew My breath in you,in Jesus' name.That would I find a precious lifeworthy enough to reclaim?That when I got down beyondthe dirty dirt,would I be

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Evening and Day got together and had a meeting.Well, said evening, today what would you suppose wouldhappen if we decided to change roles?So, if I shone in the day and you were to turnoff the light of day ---Stop! said Day to Evening.Don't you know who I am?I Am made full of light, and in me is no dark spot.So how then could we trade places with one another?Besides, even if I could I would not,

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O how beautiful is the glass that hides the other side of glory.The glowing fire beyond the torn curtain shines bright andfuels the night.The shades are drawn and yet light pours forth so that wemight catch a glimpse of bright hopes and better days.It is no secret.The mist from dewy sprays from the inner rims surroundthe outer edges of that glow and hides the other sideof glory.The etched designs

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I thread the needle, says the Lord.You are the needle and My Word is that threadthat is interwoven among the throngwhere you preach.Everywhere it settles,there is a place for the torn fabric of lifeto be repaired.Soften up the threadwith the heart of God.Let Me show you how.Take the thread into your handsand turn to the page whereit is written --"Let us go into the house of God,"and see what Word

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When in the course of rich and whining children,make no provision, for their treasure shallbecome yours.Say not to them, "Please may I?"For it is already done.And none can ever skip merrily by and leaveyou penniless.All the matter is settled in heaven bytheir greed and contentiousness.Never doubt My Word, saith the Lord.And do not despair in the face of plentywhen your plate is empty.Cause not

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Take a walk with Me by the side of this ocean.Gaze upon the rippling waves with the ocean'sspraying forth the whole Word in their spray.The walk in the midst of the falling rain.Dear Lord, What is it like to walk in the fallingrain with You?There is a time to seek shelter.And, then, there is a time to move out withabandon to go forth in the rain.In times of the down pour, sprinkling seems like a

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Follow Me home in the crest of the wavewhere the eb and flow goes to the underseacaveFollow Me home in the bend of the roadwhere the highway curves and takes up yourheavy loadFollow Me home in the salty sea airwhere the mist from the River clings to the blue skyeverywhereFollow Me home in the rugged hill where the clouds drift near to the quiet peakand lie peaceful and stillFollow Me home in the

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Mint green whispers of summer air fill the spaces that leftme a long time ago with the winter winds.And, when my ear turned to listen to the whispering breezes,a kiss lightly touched my lobe and moved swiftly along.Before it left, where it landed, there remained the imprintof summer branches before fall.Melancholia draped the air all around me where oncesummer leaves were hanging there.Mint green

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Go to the Wind and listen, for if you listen there,the breath of the forest shall speak with youand he shall whisper all the lost echoes ofdays long past, when trees were lush and greenand the leaves refused to fall until the earthcalled up to them --- It is timeOnce again time and season both respond --Yes, Fall leaves make way for new growthfor time awaitsand season changes its waysand the

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A Whisper is as soft as a feather floating along on the wings of a dove. A Whisper is as inaudible as a breath that is quietly slipping away. A Whisper is as gentle as a breeze swaying on a bright summer's day. A Whisper is as calm as a leaf rustling on a tree beneath the Fall sky.A Whisper is as heartfelt as a newborn hand touching your breast. A Whisper is as smooth as river rock peeking

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I will point out the footprintspressed down in the winter snow.And I will ask the stars that come out at nightto tell me which way to go.I will look for You beside the footprintspressed down in the winter snow.I will look up at the moon lightglowing through the trees.I will look up at the beauteous leavesand watch them as they fall.And listen as they touch the earthto hear each name they call.I

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Lord, What is a whisper?The whisper is a sound.At the moment you hear it and turn to look aroundit is all too latefor that sound has moved on into the air.Would you like to hear it?Yes, Lord!The moment the whisper has reached your ear,it's job is done.It tugs at your heart like a little child tugsat your skirttails.It takes hold and won't let go until you take it upto your breast and hold it

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Do not speak to me on a cloudy dayfor it shall ne'er sufficeTis when the sun goes awayI long for ParadiseDo not engage me in small talkfor such flowing words I shall but dismissMy soul hungers all the more to walkand talk with the One who speaks blissDo not ramble on in my hearing sofor it only reaches my headwhen all the time my soul cries outreach inside and touch my heart insteadDo not clothe

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Lord? How does the snow falling to the earth sound?In the earth, cold crystals descend from above the earth.The weather is a symbol for the way the Lord Jesus will come.In the summertime -- The weather is so hot.In the springtime -- The weather is moderate.In the autumn -- The weather is so beautiful.In the wintertime -- Frosty weather calls forth the othereffects of the cold.Then there is never

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Lord?When words are inadequate, how do I express my deep lovefor you that is deeper than all the loves you have placed in my life?That question is not with a reply.That question is not without a reply.There are answers that are not known to human hearts.The language of God is known only to that heart that seeks Godand listens for His voice.Then whenever the call is heard in God's ear --It is

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If I could make the sun that shines come down and rest herein my hand, Lord, who would understand?Would any take notice that the brilliance glowing from my eyehad taken leave and left the sky?Would any know that God had abundantly shined forth his rayson such a wretch as I?Would the moon take delight and forget to shine all through the pitch black night?Dare I call forth angelic hosts from heaven

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SpringtimeLeaves fromFallFell like a flock of geeseAcross the airTogetherThey soared in one directionAnd took along with themMy eyesFor I see themStillWaiting I suppose forSummertimeTo call for them to followWhere the Wind blowsUntilWintertimeCalls for them toMeet up with fallingSnowCopyright (c) 2010. Rev. Lainie Dowell.The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.Received Sunday,

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Sometimes you can't tell a rabbit from a hare.Sometimes you can't tell a turtle from a tortoise.But, you can always tell a sheep from a goat.Very telling is it not?How red and white and black and yellowhave not yet learned to come together asa community, but they can all rush toassemble as a mob?If I close my mind and open my eyes,I will still be blind and not see.Norms have a way of settling

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Where there is a clear path, the future looms ahead. Where there is a muddled path, the past has caught up with you and overtaken you.How can you say there is no path, when your steps have not yet met the walkway? Underneath the bridge lies the secrets of life.But you have to stoop low enough to cross underneath without letting your chin touch the ground. Sparks ignite. Days are bright.What a

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Frankly, they are so beautiful, the clouds.When I catch a glimpse of their whitenessskipping above the clear blueness of the sky,drifting clouds make me smile wide,whenever I see them pass by.Jesus, please leave room for me by youso that I might sit thereand weep, too.For this road I trod has gone far ahead,and the climb is oh so steep.And, if I remain on the go,this world's fate I will also

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Silent Whisperings . . . .The girl had a rose. It came from a lover. He lived down the lane. But, when He came to town, He stopped to buy a rose. One rose for one girl, the lover had with him. And there in His hand, He came with one rose again. The rose had a thorn. But it was not sharp. The edge was blunt. It did no harm. No blood was shed. All He had was the rose with a thorn. All she had was

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A Prophetic Word From The God Who Has The Glorious Answers.There shall be more than enough chances in this life to know that God is truly real.The earth has survived beyond centuries of traumatic episodes, yet all those who have survived as a witness of God's mercy have failed to understand it is not by man's genius it is so.Cannot God just wipe it all away with just one wave of His hand and even

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LOOK AT HEAVEN!!!!!Please share whether or not you have ever personally seen beyond the looking glass.Wander along with me, if you will, across the greenest valley ever known to mankind. Not a blade of brown anywhere among the blades of green grass. Not a tiny speck of dirt anywhere in this carpet of smoothness wherein no foot steps upon it and where spirits come and go within a split second of

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And yet, My dear child, beloved of Mine own heart --- How often have we talked in the lateness of the hour? How often have I heard you surrender your all in all to Me? How often have I lulled you in My bosom until You found rest? So, too, I have heard you in this very moment. I have placed your heartfelt --- strong heartfelt --- fears in My hands. I have nestled your very thoughts in My own

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A Prophetic Word From The Lord The God of Hidden Places Remains Unseen By Man. By Rev. Lainie Dowell (c) 2008. There is a plan which has yet to be revealed into the realm of mankind. That plan encompasses the relevancy of being in the right place at the right time when I the Lord hath settled all things in heaven and earth, saith the Lord most high. If that was in the plan of man, and that is

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The windows are closing. The synergy between the here and the now has arrived. Solitude is encased in the wrap around time called eternity. Senseless trials and dreams have appeared to be so only to those who have been bereft of trials and dreams. Are there any such people? Hidden away in their closets of despair, they detested the freedoms that have eluded them. And, they didn't

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Listen to my silence. Through the clutter of life comes forth a clear silence that is apart from the chatter of mere men whose voices seek to compete with the heavenlies. Dare my soul to utter even one sound aloud? Shall my heart beat to the sound of footsteps coming up behind me? Were it possible, would these words inside my head be made visible to those invisible who walk beside my

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Silent Whisperings . . . .Rivers of LoveRev. Lainie Dowell (c) 2007. Rivers of Love. Come and flood my soul and Overtake this hatred that has washed up Into the desolate shores of my Life-long journey. Swept up in the tides of pain. Carried along by the pursuing grief. Created by the cesspools of sin. Mired down in the shame of flesh. And, Repulsed by the stench of death. Rivers of Love. Come

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A Prophetic Word From The Holy Ghost Rev. Lainie Dowell (c) 2007. Though the midnight has come and goneand with it in came the dawn. All that was meant --- is not gone. How refreshing to know that in the most troubling of all situations there is a relief for you. God has heard your cries each and every time you lifted up your voice in His direction. He heard and turned toward that place and

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Deep Whisperings. . . . I believe because I see it when I can not see it. I believe because God told me the thing is so. I believe because the pull of "yes" is stronger than the push of "no." I believe because the air I breathe has never ceased to blow upon me. I believe because each turn I make draws me nearer to God. I believe because the enemies of my life are scattered beneath

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Silent Whisperings. . . Hold on a minute. There's a call for you! He said his name is, "God." Here. Just a minute. She's coming. Hello? Oh my God! Is it really you?! In the moment it takes for Me to deliver My message, you will be able to know whether or not it is I. Be still and I will proceed. Let Me begin by telling you that I Am God. And I Am able to call every bit as much

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ReprintProphetic Word From The Holy GhostBy Rev. Lainie Dowell (c) 2006.The Most wonderful News, saith the Lord God.Climb upon My knee, saith the Lord, and I shallspeak to you about deeper things of God.Even in the supernatural realm, there are deeperthings to know.Even in the times when man has sought hard afterMe, saith the Lord, I Am watching to know justhow deep they want to go in Me. For all

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A Prophetic Word From The Holy Ghost"Come all ye who are burdened andheavy laden and I will give you restunto your soul." -ScriptureThe Birth of the Breast That God Lovesand the child of God who has receivedGod's love to their breast.Many times I the Lord God hath taken upthe cause of My beloved, when they havecried out to Me.From out of the mouth of the Lord untothe breast of God's beloved

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Divine Meditations. . . When You Are Young, The Winds Blow Rev. Lainie Dowell (c) 2006. When you are young, the winds blow-- and you don't mind walking down the rugged, winding paths where winds go. When you are young, leaves hang low upon high branches on trees -- and you laugh, as you pass by to watch them blow in the breeze. When you are young, the winds in season are your dear friends --

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Prophetic Word From The Holy Ghost The Mountainous Trees Shone Deep In The Forest.Rev. Lainie Dowell (c) 2006. May this bless and comfort somebody today)Ever had a tree shine in your presence? Do you know what it is like to witness the bright lights from treetops? Ever had a moment of reflection whereby the trees in the forest lit up like Christmas, but that season had long passed by? Ever had a

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A Prophetic Word From The Holy GhostThe Thorn and CrownThat Wounded HeadThe Love of GodThe Sacred HeadRev. Lainie Dowell (c) 2006.There Among The Thorns.Folded within each point of that crown.All a mantle is meant to be.Subtle style and a floweryWorn and wild scent is now here near.It commands the attention of allWho draw near to see.That crown upon the Master's Head.A work and A crown in the

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O'siyo [Greetings] This is my own heartfelt and spirit-led interpretationof the song.This song is about the Cherokee Nation where the wind holds sway.God is our God who whispers in places where the wind cannot go.Breath awaits its turn to be no more. But, until then, Breathe and be free. Caution calls to the wind and the wind answers,"Go forth." "For I shall clear the way and let you pass by

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Deep MeditationsStrolling Hearts of Song ~Softly riding aloft in mid air.Trolling streams of calmness there and everywhere.Filtered clouds of glorious peace belongTo those with strolling hearts of song.O Lord, Thou Alone Art Wise ~Misty, teary emission falls.Spilling over earthly horizons on to heavenly walls.Wet eyes peering above heavenly skies -Appealing to the Master, who alone is wise.O Lord

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A Prophetic Word of Relief From The Holy Ghost Drop in and sit down. The water runs from wells of which you do not know. I have and I dispense the water that refreshes your soul. Then whenever you need to find a drink from this well, I will find you and dispense it. The water of God's well is without stagnation. It is without a place to bottle it up. It can only be taken at the time it is

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I am truly thankful to God for giving to each and every one of us from out of His great treasures.May this be the start of a great beginning for you all both now and in the days and years to come, if the Lord tarries! For, in Him, we are never alone. And, through Him, we have a great big pile of leaves to jump into and a warm, crackling fire to heat you. Thank you for joining us.In this time of

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Deep Whisperings. . .The wind says Jesusas it rushes through the treestouching every branch and twigand whistling through the leavesThe wind blows heavenwardbreezes upward to the skyfar away to yonder Golden Gatebeneath God's watchful eyeThe wind calls forth to angelswaiting near to God's Throne, "Hasten nigh the Master's callHe who rules alone." The wind stills to listen calmlyand readies to

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It is time to ~Look past the voluminous pages calledlust for life.Search over the rustling leaves calledfaces from the past.Sift through the rugged paths calledpride of the eyes.Sit alongside the silent branches calledvoices faded away with time.And ~Wait.Look.Listen.Embrace.The silence speaks of many things neverbefore made known, because all those voiceshid themselves behind the paths strewn

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Deep Whisperings . . . Survivors of KatrinaAnd In Memory of All Who Did NotPush my boat afloat, Lord God.It has become bogged down in the muckand mire of life's byways and highways,twisted trails, and those crooked pathways.It lies somewhere off the beaten path where theonce sturdy and strong structures have collapsedthat had withstood but could not stand under theweight of the storms.Lord, I am

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Let others go their way and do as they must,for your path is not theirs.Yes, there is but one way to My Throne.Jesus Christ is the way. And, although youmeet others as they pass by, let them pass by.Let them go.Your goal is in the getting there.That is a noble and true goal.Do not allow it to be clouded over by allthe many side trips that come alongyour path.Fret not that your actions appearto be

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MeditationI come as softly as I canBefore the Throne of GodWho lives and reigns over all thingsWherever mankind has trodBreathing ever so slightlyFilling my lungs with airSpilled out upon the runway of lifeAhead of me, I stareSplashed down from the nearest cloudWhere I look up to seeUnder the deep, blue sky aboveGod looks down on meWondrous of all thingsGolden, Pure and HolyI see You, Father,My

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How much are you in tune to God?How much are you in tune to the Lord?The Mountainous Bride of God is.And she knows when to move out to cover allwho need the shield of the Lord to cover allover them.Many times we are oh driven to be afar fromthe face of God and, when we are is whenwe need an anchor to hold us in place.The Man of God!Jesus Christ of Nazareth and all of Hispower can oh how much it

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The Words of Faith!Faith words are arranged in the orderof necessity.Can you think of any that are morenecessary than these?Faith carries with it uplifting power.Faith has enabling power.Faith has more power in its fulness anddoes not diminish even in its smallest amount.Faith Can Be Beautifulwhen that one who possesses it - Ah -will take a look and see Jesus!Faith!Walk over to that bridge and

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Greetings, Dear Warrior Women of God's Holy Word ~Isn't it great to know our God has already done what He said He would do for you?Isn't it wonderful to know that everything God promised for your life He has already placed it in you?Isn't it the best of all worlds to know that you live in this world but that your life resides in heavenly places beside the Master's Seat?Isn't it so true that

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In a world of woe such as this,what we most need to know isthat we know we are not alone in this world.I thank God He has seen fit to allow allof us to fellowship here in spirit and indeed.And as we daily stretch towards our Lord's Holy Hill,we understand His love through prayer.So we radiate it back to earthall because He does care.God bless.Copyright © 2005. Rev. Lainie Dowell.The Mountainside

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Sometimes it seems to me as though the world's pundits and media believe it is they who make the world go 'round. Notice how with the recent death of Pope John Paul II, more media types are not cringing when their guests invoke the name Jesus during their online interview. In fact, most behave as if they had never known anything about Him -- as though the gospel lay dormant and only just became

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I started out for the church to go hear some church folk sing. But when I heard the church bells peal, my ears began to ring. I saw the church choir mouths move. I watched as they clapped their hands. But I could hear no sound at all. And then they began to dance. There was a rhythm without any rhyme in the sanctuary that day As they mimed before my eyes, I saw it was always

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Never has there been a day that remains unlikeany other in the whole world.There is just something about Sunday morning.Even when the sun fails to appear, the Son shows up.Even when the children's laughter is hushed,the strains of their hearts ring out loud andclear through the open strands of life's frail gates.Even when all the people gather and sit close andyet far apart from one another's

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A Prophetic Word Lord? How do you tame a river? That question is as old as the river that refuses to be harnessed ~ refuses to be kept under control by man. We are at the mercy of God alone. No dam can block the flow. No mere cage is able to contain that flood. The river that can be controlled by man is only a stream. And that cannot be restrained for but for so long. Without God's voice to

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I thank You, Lord, for the safe crossing one more time. There are so many twists and turns through this course called life. But, somehow, we seem to always make it through. Seasons come and seasons go. Days turn into night and night turns back into day again. The stars twinkle and they shine when the sun shines high up in the heavens. And, when the sun goes down to the other side of earth, the

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Rev. Lainie Dowell Let us go out to the desert. We can get some rest. But, before we do that, we have to prepare. Because ~ - The air is hot and dry in the desert - The desert is barren and friendless - The shade is nowhere to be found - The water is hidden from view, if there is any around anywhere - The night is colder than the daytime is hot There. . . What you

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If I don't get back from Egypt My soul's being held captive Taken by a storm Bobbing somewhere around at sea Pleading Heavenly Father Please come and rescue me. I cannot swim this great ocean Surely I would sink down and drown Here in this deep body of water And my body would never be found Take away the roar from the waves That noise is much too hard to bear Release the sunshine to hover over

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Always Give Thanks! I give thanks for knowing you I give thanks to God for all the good you do I give thanks each and every day I thank God for Jesus because He is the only Way If you do not know Jesus, get to know Jesus now. You might say I do not know what I am talking about. Think of it this way. Just suppose I am right and you are wrong? That tug is drawing you nearer. Go. Happy

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I took the test that God blessed And held it high for all to see Against all odds and human mess That test was meant to be Once I settled in that task to undertake God took my hand and wrote in his plan Christ Jesus died for your sake Not one portion was overlooked When Christ in me took hold Not one battle did He not fight That sought to overtake my soul For God settled every score He knew

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Dedicated to our Military and Allies I have a heart that is breaking breaking for every closed eye that can no longer see to walk upon the thick, thorny paths of life where radiant red roses used to be I have a heart that is breaking breaking for every mother's child for every son for every daughter who stood to fight the good fight of life to stand up and fight not run I have a breaking heart

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I smell the summer of my youth ~ that time in my life ~When the fragrance from a flower was the perfume for my bodyWhen the song from a bird was the music for my heartWhen the light from the sun was the heat for my soulWhen the light from the moon was the cover for my night fearsWhen each new morning signalled a brand new day to comeWhen tomorrow could not come fast enoughWhen I wondered if there

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The Sound of a whisper drifts into your mind and releases a word in season forever ThenOh how sweet the sound in the night when all sound ceases Then We. . . We . . . We meet in the moment where whispers drift The end. The Sound of A Whisper Oh how sweet The Sound of A Whisper The Sound of the Voice of God The Sound of a Holy Refrain The Sound of Eternal Glory The Sound of A Whisper is

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I love the sound of whispers that drift in on the morning light And stop to rest beside my pillow when my eyes are shut tight I love the sound of whispers so soft, secret, and serene That wake me gently wake me in rich fields of warm green Lord? What is a whisper? The whisper is a sound. At the moment you hear it and turn to look around, It is all too late for that sound has moved on into the

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"The Sound of Silence," is the title of a song written and sung by Paul Simon along with his friend, Garfunkel, in 1964. I wonder if Paul has come to the realization of just how prophetic and significant those words were then as now? Does he know that God placed that stirring in his heart to explore? Here are links to the lyrics of the song. Take a close look and listen in the silence.

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We put Him in the ground, but He was not made of dirt. We shamed the earth, because we are dirty. Never had such a man stepped upon this road of life that we call human who was human and who was, is, and forevermore shall be God. Never would we know Him as He is known, because we rejected what He came to give and not sell. I wonder if we knew we could never, ever meet the price? How

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I no longer seek to know what makes life live, for I now know the Giver of life I no longer lay awake to ponder whether my soul is saved from hell, for I know Jesus and He knows me well I no longer search for heaven, for I have seen the face of God and heaven is burned in my feeble eyes I no longer concern myself with mere human details, for I have seen the deep things of God and

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They come along in the piteous moments best left unsaid where those who seek to draw near do so not for their own gratification or self-aggrandizement. They come not often, but they do not have to, for their lingering impression lasts as long as life itself far and away after they have turned and left your side. They come to walk after the call of God that meets up with their spirit and turns

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Hairsodark has a blessed site. Read on and go visit. There is always light and peace around us even in the midst of all of these dark days. The siteowner (Hairsodark, a friend) sent me this prayer and I send it on to you. Please hear it (if your heart can stand it). Be refreshed. Here is the link to this beautiful Cherokee Lord's Prayer Site: "Katherine's Whispers of the Heart"Note: Hairsodark

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Lord, awaken my senses anew that had long since been smothered by generational, traditional, functional, and nonsensical whims of humankind. Heighten the depth of Your mysteries that linger near to the surface of my frailness. Plunge the harshness of sin from my soul. Flush the scent of flesh from my spirit. Gather the smallness of my body unto Your greatness.O Holy Spirit, it is my soul that

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If I told you my heart was too heavy to bear the weight of the Lord's love, Would you lead me to the clift's edge and invite me to jump off the high precipice? Would you lead me to the riverbed and shove me into the flowing water? Would you lead me to the preacher(man) and beg (him) to cover my head with oil? Would you lead me to the road's end and force me to find my own way back? Would

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Settling down for the evening. But then I have been settled all day long. Listening. Waiting. Yearning. How can anybody in this world live as if they were their all in all??? How can people live as though their life was going to go on forever and ever Amen? How do people live as if this earth will never receive their dead body into the earth? How can people wake and walk and work with ease? LORD

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Upon awakening this morning, I heard thus in my spirit (5:43 a.m. EST) All kinds of feasts, fasts, festivals are offered up in My name, saith the Lord. And yet I am not invited to partake. I am not consulted about either the time or format or place. My ears are tuned to their mouths but their hearts are not in tune with My heart.Lives are lifeless without My Spirit. But life proceeds day in

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By Rev. Lainie DowellSpiritual hearts unite in spirit where unseen forces gather far from earth yet near to us who live on the earth.God of all creation, I am watching the downfall of all that is decent andhonest and Godly.My heart cries but my eyes are dry!There is no more moisture to squeeze from between my eyelids.Why cry for this decaying plane?Why weep for those who love their wickedness all

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