This word is submitted by Suzanne Cantrelle (davelovessusie@hotmail.com)

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               My Beloved, My Chosen

Softly and tenderly, I whisper your name. My beloved, come away and see the 
horizons My hands have created for such a time as this. It is indeed a 
glorious vision, for your eyes only. So glorious, the envy of every rebel in 
the world.

The unsaved desire that they might glimpse, that they might take a look at 
the tide of visions that I would allow them to see.  And yet they refuse to 
bow and come to My feet. I am not a hard task master, and yet they submit to 
an underworld that subdues them unto death.

My Child, My beloved, My chosen one, have I not said that I would show you 
things that eye has not seen and ear has not heard? Am I a man that I would 
lie? Come see. Come taste. Come hear what the Word would say and what doors 
would open wide for your discernment. 

Come away My beloved. Come to the chambers and taste My embrace. Come to the 
mountains and embrace My love.  Come to the throne and see the lit candles, 
flickering as My breath whispers your name. Taste and see that I, the great 
I am, Am your exceeding reward.  Come away beloved of God. I call you friend.