Diary of a Son The return of the King.

Dear Diary; iSaid

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The Ressurection song, A psalm of Thanksgiving.

Surely you have removed from me the spirit of heaviness, and has clothed me with garments of praise. To this I say; O that men would praise the Lord, for His goodness and for His wonderful works to the children of men, for me especially, for He created me specially for the fulfillment of a very special assignment. All praise and worship belongs to Him.

O give thanks to the Lord for He is good, His steadfast love and mercy endures forever, who is like thee? For you washed off my filth and dressed me fit for a king, you set me up, high above principalities and powers, your thoughts concerning me is love at all times.

How great is our God, greater than the greatest, He is mightier than what I fear and dread, and He has hidden the secret of my shame and till now He continues to make me a mystery to them, but for your grace I wouldn't have been saved, am forever grateful that you have been faithful to me Lord, o what beautiful amazing grace.

Touch me one more time, my Master and my Lord, your touch that quickens spirits and raise the dead. A touch that chases of demonic evil spirits and looses the bonds that imprison. Touch me one more time with an unforgettable touch, a touch that announces itself with great pomp, a life changing touch.

What manner of man is Jesus? For even the cold grip of death had it's hands burnt up upon nearing Him, hades was powerless before Him and surrendered to Him the keys of life and hell, the grave shook in great fear and agony from the power that flowed through His once dead body that it opened wide it's mouth to release the risen Christ. Let the people sing and shout, Risen! Risen!! Risen!!! is our King, Lord of all the earth, the firstborn among many brethren. Rejoice ye who believe, our Savior has conquered death and hades, the grave was unable to hold Him. #part2

Hear the word of the I Am, the Ancient of Days, Giver of life and death, all ye that sleep the sleep of death, give heed to His decree, for it is His good pleasure that they be risen with Him, the righteous to life everlasting but the sinner and evildoer to eternal condemnation and death. Arise o ye that sleep, present thyself and be rewarded, each according to his deeds deserve, for Jesus is the ressurection and the life, and all they that believe in Him shall surely live though they were previously dead.

You raised me up from death to life, You raised me up and set my feet on a high but solid rock, You raised me up to more than I can be, Your sacrifice on the cross doth makes the difference, and though you were brought low underneath the earth for a little while, it was just to raise me up with You from death into eternal life, and see how confident I am on Your shoulder, I find strength in Your mighty strong wings.

And when the most High God restored the fortunes of Jacob, we were as those who dream, for He has restored what the cankerworm and caterpillar had destroyed, and He has stopped the locust from destroying. He has plundered my plunderers, and has captured the thief, retrieving all that he had stolen from me and restoring them to me in multiple folds. Let the Lord of days be praised, give Him all the glory, for there is none worthy of worship but Him. I seek refuge in you and I repent to you.

Who can battle with the Lord? Absolutely and definitely, Nobody. He has given me victory over my enemies all about me, He has taken away far from me shame and reproach, He has quickened my spirit with everlasting life, and He has restored to me all that was stolen from me by the devil, let everything that has breath praise the Lord.

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For this reason, let no man therefore trouble me for I bear on my body the marks of our Lord Jesus the Christ, Lo touch not His anointed and do His prophet no harm. He who dwells in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty, I will not be afraid, what can man do to me?

Bless the Lord o my soul and all that is within me bless HisnHoly Name, Bless the Lord o my soul and forget not all its benefits; who forgives our trespasses, heals our diseases, rescues our lives from the pit and crowns us with steadfast love and mercy, He who satisfies our mouths with good things, so our youth is renewed like the eagles. All praise and glory and worship and dominion belongs to you alone and you have no partner. I bear witness that there is none worthy of worship but you. Accept my humble but sincere Thanksgiving dear Dad, and make this a night to remember, and make me a partaker of the wonders of the unconditional sacrifice of Christ on the cross. Your Faithful serant and Beloved Son.

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