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True Life in God Notebook 105 1080
Yes Lord; I have tried to keep
every commandment of Your Lips;
it is written that there is a River
whose streams refresh the city of God,
and that it sanctifies
the dwelling of the Most High;
God is inside the city, she can never fall,
at crack of dawn God helps her;
to the roaring of nations
and tottering of Kingdoms,
when He shouts, the world disintegrates ...1
Your Holy Spirit is that River
who constantly sanctifies the soul,
our inmost self
which belongs to You, my God ...
My ear I open
and remain silent for a while,
for the Great King to come with power
and graciously give
His divine instructions,
instructions that do not impose
disorder in Your Law;
so let the earth rejoice,
let the people of the earth exult
and cry out for joy
as the King passes by us
to judge the earth with justice
and the nations with His Truth;
acclaim the Rock of our safety,
and let us gather in His Presence
with thanksgiving;
I have given you direct access to My
Heart to blossom, flower, and to keep
giving Me thanksgivings; keep giving Me
thanksgivings and I will take them as
your sacrifice and they will honour Me ...
know, My beloved one, that to
proclaim My Name gives praise and
glory to Me; I love you, Vassula; the
dead cannot praise Me; they keep silent;
the world can never bless My Triune
Holiness; it keeps silent; shadows of
death loom here and there; I am Present
and My Power heals and saves, but, look
at the world today, very few responded
1 Ps. 46:4-6.
to grace and have not taken their refuge
in Me, Yahweh; very few fear Me,
Vassula; death is round the corner but
even so, the world does not invoke My
Holy Name; this generation refuses to
walk with Me;
in the land of the dead I have sent
you, where havoc and despair reigns in
many hearts; although the noose of the
evil one is evident now, still, the world in
its apathy continues to hate My
precepts; My Law is constantly being
broken;
I lie awake throughout the night
to meditate upon all of this
and I cannot see the end of it;
If You were not so close to me, Yahweh,
guarding me, shading me,
encircling me, I would die of sorrow;
I lift my eyes to You with sorrow and sigh,
knowing that my home is in heaven,
yet I am on earth still;
I ask often to myself:
“what am I doing here on this earth
in which I don’t belong,
nor to anyone? I feel that
I am lent out... I am lent out ...”
I was by His side
when He laid down His rules to me,
after having brought me from the land
of oblivion and death,
to assign me into being;
out of the swamp He lifted my soul,
to reveal His Holy Face;
Then, You have sent me in Your Name,
not even thinking twice
that You might be cheapening
Your Sceptre and Your Splendour;
You are crowning Your Works
with Your bounty,
and abundance flows wherever You pass;
You load us with riches,
You refine us like silver;
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