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Oh, how dry is the Dam of Grace? But behold, for Sion the ground still remains moist. With the good wheat already winnowed from the harvest, the chaff begins to burn in the fiery furnace.

Flour and oil are now measured gram by gram. But nowhere is there any meat for the pan. By grace, a remnant from Dan is moved quickly into Ephraim.

Kush hurriedly, desperately tries to move in with Islam. But it turns its back on every tribe of Ham. Africa is hit hard and cruelly with a heaven-ban. It spreads quickly, from nation to nation, tribe to tribe.

But with no hope or plan, it is only Death that will spread its net over Africa. Oh, how dry is the once so great Dam of Mercy? But look, for the pure chronicle the soil still remains hopefully moist. The good grain has already been winnowed from the harvest. This, while the chaff burns in the furnace.