This Catholic prophesy may predict Russia’s NUCLEAR ending

Tears’ Request

Tears and holy desire,
These are my gift,
Your gift to me,
And my gift to You.

The night passes peacefully,
Knowing Your Heart
Is pressed to my heart,
With a listening ear.

How near You are
To the broken hearted,
And I allow
My heart To break,
Allowing You entrance.

Stake Your claim,
For I abandon
The land within,
And without
To Your good pleasure.

You are now
Lord of my every love.
Extend Your rule
To every corner
Of my being.

Enter the dark places
Shedding Light,
Drawing back the veil,
Hollowing this temple,
This consecrated,
And baptized ground
Of my eternal existence.

Set Your throne
Here in the center
Where once
I thought to reign,
But in reality
Served the “no gods”,
Deceptive counterfeits and usurpers.

Stretch me
From the inside out
And fill emptiness
Mending the shattered
That I may be the vessel made holy
The water jar
Filled to the brim
And overflowing.

Turn tears and holy desire
To those” torrents in the southern desert”,
Watering the parched
And giving drink to the thirsty
And glory
To My Thrice Holy God.

HOLY, HOLY, HOLY

Joann Nelander

Only in You

Only in You can I live

“Thy Will be done,”

As You, the Son.

Grow me!

Grace me!

Sanctify this longing soul,

Make me holy,

Sanctify me by Your grace,

That I be as the moon to You, O Sun.

Come Holy Spirit.

Give life to these dry bones.

In new life may I live Mary’s fiat.

Live in me

That I be another Christ,

Making Your Heart my home,

Living for You alone..

Joann Nelander

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Lifting the Veil

O, Jesus,

Love Divine,

By Thy Cross and suffering sublime,

You lift the veil,

That masks this morass of Sin,

That faith may blossom

And hope enter in.

Let the Sun of Justice shine

Upon a people in decline,

That looking up from the tyranny

Of power and of things,

Your face may captivate,

And solace bring.

Pour down torrents of Thy Grace

To cleanse this dry and brutal place.

Uproot to plant anew,

A Day of peace

Like settled dew.

Then come the day,

To hearts delight

And by Thy grace

We rise to shine

And our only glory

May be Thine.

© Joann Nelander.