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World Peace Prophecy

By Alee Chery


We spoke Revolution to World Nations

We spoke Revelations to God’s children.

We remembered who we are.

We remembered where we came from

Abba, Adonai, the Alpha, and Omega

The Beginning with No End

The Father of Abraham, Issac and Jacob

Spoke his words through his prophets!

Now the world speak their words.

Through their puppets and false prophets for profit

The Sons and Daughters of Zion

Remembered their bloodlines, so

These wars don’t destroy our bloodlines.

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

The world revolving around the history of violence.

Messengers and prophets came 

To flip the world on it’s axis

The responded with violence,

So they attacked us

Thinking we would be silenced

Celestials beings spoke the language of heaven

On Earth to silence the violence

Flowing with emphasis on endless eloquence

Children of light speaking angelic excellence

Greater is he in me than of the world

You’ll see the spirit of Godly intelligence

Oozing out the pores of these words Holy Radiance

We spoke the language of angels to man with elegance

Thinking of God’s master plan

Prophets are translators for God’s words

Using his words with my words in proverbs

In poetic rhythms simply speaking soulfully

So nations understand the word

Culture shifters modify mind of masses

Slowly like molasses

With the movement of words

Adding action in your spoon is an adverb.

Did you know God regretted creating us?

That it grieved his heart Genesis 6:6

Because of the wickedness on Earth

How would the world be?

If nations followed the teaching of Jesus, Yahweh?

Would there peace among nations or war among nations?

There’s a time for war.

And there’s a time for peace.

Rumors of wars as I speak.

The inhumanity of humanity is inhumane.

The same wars for years is insane

The Genesis of a World Peace Prophecy would be humane.

Is history doomed to repeat itself?

Again and again, or

Is it that human behavior just doesn’t change?

What happened to having a soul?

What happened to love?

Are we not human?

Do we not feel pain?

Do we not cry?

Do we not all bleed when shot by a gun?

Prophecies of Lost Daughters and Dead Sons

If these words don’t move, you

You will see in Isaiah 45:23 God’s will.

Every knee shall blow, every tongue shall swear allegiance.

A brood of vipers in wickedness

When the righteous speak storms obey

In they eye of the storm

We say, “Peace be Still”

Our words can move mountains.

We can heal the sick

We can transform nations overseas.

We don’t speak to speak.

We speak to shift the atmosphere.

When we speak demons disappear 

These are times of Revelations.

If you know, you know Jesus is near

Do we prey on warships?

Or Do we pray in worship?

Resurrecting the world to the word of God

Pulling in nations like oceanic riptides

Immersing God’s children with Holy verses

Seeing a million new lives getting baptized

Prophesying prophet’s prophecies seen scrutinized.

Raising a prophet’s voice to the sky

Speaking the word of God nowadays gets you crucified. 

Casting these mental chains get us unified.

Hand ups Palm open

Showing World Nations

A Holy Deliverance Revolution Revival Televised

A prophets message delivered

Means nothing, unless it is received

A prophet’s message received

Means nothing, unless it is achieved

A prophet’s message means everything

Because the word of God has been fulfilled

Seeing a million new lives get baptized

In Iran I million Muslims converted to Christ

This is not coincidence, but the confirmation of God’s light.

There’s a time for war

And there’s a time for peace

We bind the spirit of war

We bind the spirit of anger

We bind the spirit of greed

We bind the spirit of blood

We bind the spirit of murder

We bind the spirit of Cain

We bind the spirit of vain

We bind the spirit of wickedness

We bind the spirit of hate

We bind the spirit of Judas

We bind the spirit of Leviathan

The first will be last

And the last will be first

We speak with the spirit of Adonai

We speak with the spirit of prophecy

We speak with the spirit of prayers

We speak with the spirit of Genesis

We speak with the spirit of Exodus

We speak with the spirit of Leviticus

We speak with the spirit of Psalms

We speak with the spirit of Proverbs

We speak with the spirit of Isaiah

We speak with the spirit of Jeremiah

We speak with the spirit of Ezekiel

We speak with the spirit of Daniel

We speak with the spirit of Jonah

We speak with the spirit of Job

We speak with the spirit of Matthew

We speak with the spirit of Paul

We speak with the spirit of Peter

We speak with the spirit of Mark

We speak with the spirit of Luke

We speak with the spirit of John

We speak with the spirit of Acts

We speak with the spirit of Corinthians

We speak with the spirit of Galatians

We speak with the spirit of Ephesians

We speak with the spirit of Enoch

We speak with the spirit of Revelations

We call for change.

We call on God’s children to speak up

We call to revive all Nations.

Haitian releasing a voice of liberation.

A prophet speaking to United Nations

A poet showing the Genesis of Revelations

If burning cities feels right

Then what will God’s Children have left?

Speaking in riddles

Touching souls a little

A pure heart ripples,

Making the World Nations civil

Wars have been a vicious cycle for centuries.

We spoke the language of war,

But now we translate the language to peace.

In the middle of the storm

We said, “PEACE BE STILL”


By Alee Chery


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