Iran… bloodbath

Wet, sticky hands, red with blood are rubbed together. See how they slaver and have come to dine. Whose blood, you ask, mine or others? Their thirst for blood is not quenched, because the imitator only wants to consume what is created in my image, says The Lord. Your prince, the prince of Persia, desires prominence again. Michael humiliated him before many, and then the prince of Greece was called. My servant Daniel saw it. That prince had his day, and then was deposed. LXX came, fought and prevailed. It is written: “So is my word that goes out from my mouth. It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” Now I will say again… it is finished! The princes of this world which are brought to naught are making their death rattle. They hope to consume the blood of the innocent, but the blood of the innocent has already been shed, and as it is written, “None of the rulers of this age understood it, for if they had, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory.” Hear again Persia: “1 Why do the nations conspire and the peoples plot in vain? 2 The kings of the earth rise up and the rulers band together against the Lord and against his anointed, saying, 3 “Let us break their chains and throw off their shackles. 4 The One enthroned in heaven laughs; the Lord scoffs at them 5 He rebukes them in his anger and terrifies them in his wrath, saying, 6 “I have installed my king on Zion, my holy mountain.” Come Iran to the one whose robe is dipped in blood, his name is the Word of God. Let the people continue to be washed in His blood. White, white as snow! As on the mountains of the north, covered with radiant white and reflecting the sun’s glory, so shall the hills of Iran be. They are the redeemed of this generation. See how Nebuchadnezzar’s statue was toppled? “The rock not cut with hands fell on the feet of the statue and destroyed it, and the rock became a mountain and filled the whole world.” Fall now Iran on the rock and be broken lest it fall on you and crush you to powder. Look now rulers of Iran, see the evangelists I am raising up under your nose. As it is written, the wringing of the nose brings blood. Yet now, the smell of blood right under your nose is the blood of saints who love not their lives unto death. The crimson wave sweeping over your land will draw you out and display you for all to see. “Are these the ones, the terrible ones, who ruled over Persia?” I say to you today… be a sheep! The Prince of Peace, the chief shepherd has overcome, and the only chains and shackles being used now are the judgement written, “3 Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.4 For the Lord taketh pleasure in his people: he will beautify the meek with salvation. 5 Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds.6 Let the high praises of God be in their mouth, and a two-edged sword in their hand; 7 To execute vengeance upon the heathen, and punishments upon the people; 8 To bind their kings with chains, and their nobles with fetters of iron; 9 To execute upon them the judgment written: this honour have all his saints. Praise ye the Lord.” Take note leaders of Persia, how the people worship me and I send my bright ones forth to bind, and to loose. Your nobles are bound, and my redeemed bind them while praising Me on their beds.

About Kent DaVault

Believer, husband, father, grandfather, professor, voice to the nations. This blog is for comfort, exhortation, and edification. These are the attributes of general prophecy in I Corinthians 14 from The Bible. The entries are first person point of view from God as He prompts me what He would like to say. These entries are not scripture, I am not God, and all entries must be held to the light of scripture. I am human and therefore fallible. If any entries are not biblically sound, I welcome feedback... May you be richly blessed of God.
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