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Poetical Prophecy

• The Invasion of Mankind
• The Trumpet Blast
• The Apocalypse Begins
• The Watchman on the Wall
• I Have Called You
• The Wedding Preparation
• A Prophetic Rhyme for the End of Time
• God's Judgment Written on the Wind
• The Watchman's Lament
• The Man of Perdition
• The Spirit Moves
• The Road To Babylon
• Prepare For The Messiah
• Hast Thou Not Seen My Hand
• The Sign of the Fig Tree
• Communication With the Father
• Words From The Prayer Closet
• The Church of the Last Days
• Modern Day Messengers
• The Cry of the Saint
• America On The Precipice
• The State of Preparedness
• Many Are Called, But Few Are Chosen
• Don't Look Back!
• The Handwriting on the Wall
• America Versus the Titanic
• Flight!
• The Return of Ezekiel
• The Message of the Alabaster Box
• God's Refining Fire
• Hireling Shepherds
• The Overcomer's Reward - (Heaven)
• It Is Time
• The New Decade
• Peace!  Peace!  Where There Is No Peace!
• Numbered With Nineveh
• The American Tragedy
• The Wind
• Israel, The Apple of God's Eye
• A Nation Has Been Robbed
• The Ark
• A Dream
• Instructions For The Laborers
• The Message of the Mulberry Trees
• The Sound in the Mulberry Bushes
• A Dream  II
• Abiding In The Vine
• The Signs of the Fig Tree (continued)
• Daniel 2:21 - 22
• Prepare for the Battle
• A House Divided
• The Beginning of the End
• The Trumpet Sounds - Wake Up!

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     Some have wondered at how I received the Prophetic rhymes or messages from the Holy Spirit.  They have come to me in such a way that I know it is a gift that comes to me only by the mercy and grace of God.

     The first poem came to me in 1986 when I was home alone eating a meal.  (I am His sheep, and I do know His voice.)  It was like a message that was dropped into my spirit.

     A more recent word, March 6, 1997, came when I was rushing to get ready to go substitute teach at the High School.  I was under the hair dryer, and the word of the Lord (a message) came into my spirit.  I grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote the words quickly as they came to me.  I had forgotten about this in my business of the day.  Three days later, I had turned in early and was sound asleep.  I was awakened early;  the Spirit of the Lord spoke to me to get my notes, and read and rewrite the message that He had given me earlier.  I had no doubt that it was His voice, because I couldn't even remember the contents of this word.  How humbling these experiences are!  They make me aware that I have and know nothing unless it comes from Him.  from Jo Ann Glasco

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