Like the big composite star that was once above Bethlehem, again an angelic host now comes to explore the re-birth of the tiny remnant in South Africa. So I hear a big call from a one-crowd voice.
The words go like this: Who among the chosen ones recognizes the Will of Elohim? Where is His darling volk, destined for the end times? Yes, so that I can cherish them and protect them under My wings, like a concerned mother hen?
Look, like a circling, evil raptor, Lucifer has already recognized the chosen ones as an easy prey. Therefore I now cluck protectively around you, oh Jerusalem, like an angry, broody hen. I call you, so that you can recognize My voice, to your salvation.
Look, you are destined for the new period in the New Jerusalem. I call and I call, but there are few that recognize My voice and those that I do find, are seriously disabled. They are spoiled into the eternal abyss. With their heads hidden under their own wing, almost nobody hears My warning Voice.
Like the gleaming star once above Bethlehem, in the signs of the times comes an exited angelic host, to explore the little remnant in South Africa. They indeed found the Bible clutched in the hands of many, but look, there is almost nobody among them that knows the true Word and the meaning thereof anymore.
I hear a big Voice and He calls: Therefore bring closer the sharp, two-edged sword. It is time to pin down the already-so-small remnant in two groups. Look, here too Satan has won his pound of meat.
But one out of a thousand, one out of a city, the lost sheep, the lost denarius, they will indeed recognize the Voice of their Good Shepherd.