GOD SAYS CAN I TRUST YOU?

[Apostles Jacob & Jeannie Butler]

As I continue to visit you in your closet, in your dreams, get up and write. Oh yes I speak to you a lot but sometimes you doubt me. Yes you are prophets and seers, and even apostles, and I have chosen you to plead my cause. I’m releasing miracles, signs and wonders into your hands. Those gifts that have been lying dormant in your belly, I’m bringing forth. I’m birthing out of you those greater works shall you do signs. I want my people healed delivered and set free from bondage & captivity. No more church as usual smith God. It grieves me when I direct my people to your churches for the goods and they leave back out the same way that they came. They come looking for answers and you give them more questions. They turn around and go to the wizards and warlocks, the astrologers, and get half-truth’s lies, and more of the same. Then the enemy sells them a lie and says that they’ve heard from me and then they believe that is their destiny. I want you my sons and daughters to stand upon the rooftops and proclaim this to my people, THE CHURCH. Tell them that the Lord God says, it grieves me to see my churches being run like open markets. Pharisees running revivals, homosexuals in the pulpit, on the organ and directing the choirs. Whoremonging preachers. I’m trying to move you into the APOSTOLIC & PROPHETIC but you kept rejecting me. Oh yes I’ve visited but didn’t stay long because you wouldn’t allow me to do what I came to do. You had programs to run, they had to preach that day, people had places to go and you didn’t want to hold church too long because they were murmuring, it don’t take all of that. They didn’t want my glory. Some of you can’t stand my glory. Be not ashamed nor afraid of their faces. If you would feel what I feel, you’d hurt like I hurt. If you could see what I see, you’d hate what I hate. If you would hear what I speak, then you’d say what I wanted you to say. CRY LOUD saith God, and spare not. It hurts me to see man getting my glory. Tell them to stop grieving me and quenching my spirit when I visit them. I see the need and feel the pain. Let me do what I come to do. Heal their hurts and their bodies, wipe away the tears, mend their broken hearts and homes, do the impossible, save the wretch and his household.

CAN I TRUST YOU ?