"PSALMS OF ANTOANETA "
Come, listen to my Music and reason with me.
I Live the Life of Christ and I do my Father's will.... I share all He has given me with all freely, so those who receive the treasures that I give them may be rich and may be made one with God, because to receive the treasures that I give is to receive Everlasting Life, for the treasures that I share are the Word He has given me, the Word He sent to reconcile sinners with Himself....
(A Psalm of Antoaneta)
Look at her the desert Bride,
so beautiful, so kind, her apparel modest,
her great beauty hidden coming from her heart,
her voice gentle, giving You glory my God...
Look at her, the Bride of Christ,
look at her my Father and my God.
Look at her Your Bride,
look at her in the desert walking.
She hungers, and she thirsts at times,
but she never raises her voice, to murmur and complain.
Look at her, walking more beautiful then ever,
adorn in Your glory.
Look at her, she never seeks for riches
because she is rich in You O Lord.
Look at her she is so beautiful...
Her lips are dry, but her soul is full with Your Love.
She walks and her strength comes from You.
She often sits down and lifts up her thin hands toward heaven,
her fingers trembling, her eyes full of hope gazing at You,
her spirit strong, because of Your Holy presence.
She never begs for bread, she never seeks
for the riches of the kingdoms of this world, which will perish.
Look at her walking in the desert.
You hear her singing and her voice
carries throughout all the nations.
When she sings, she sings to You,
and the melodies and the words come from You, her Husband,
the melodies so pure, no men has ever heard before,
nor has she ever heard them Holy Father,
because no men has ever written such music,
because this music comes from heaven,
this music is holy, because it comes
from the chambers of Your loving heart.
Look at her, Your Bride, more beautiful than ever,
radiating Your Love and Your glory.
She doesn't bow before idols,
she never bows before the king of this world,
she never gives him glory,
because she has everything my Lord.
Look ate her, walking tall.
The storms of the world do not overtake her,
nor the temptations of earthly possessions tempt her,
the riches of this world had turned to dust
and she trampled them under her feet.
Look how beautiful are the feet of Your Bride,
walking in the desert and preaching Your Gospel.
Her voice caries, her voice is heard and no one
can make her stop singing.
She sings about Your Love, she sings about Your mercy,
and everyone who hears the words coming from her lips
falls in love with You forever.
She walks in the power of Your might, Majestic Savior.
Her robe is white, without a wrinkle,
without a spot, her apparel is like the sun,
the Light that comes from her draws the nations
to the beauty You have given her,
the beauty of the treasures of her heart.
Look at her, You glorious Bride,
walking more beautiful then ever,
feeding the world with Your Word,
giving the Bread of Life to the poor,
giving Living Water to the thirsty,
so they may live forever.
Look at Your Bride, walking,
her eyes full of hope,
her eyes full of Love for all the nations
regardless of their color or the tongue they speak,
regardless of the rank they have.
Look at her Your Bride,
glorified by You walking
in the deserted places of this world,
where Your Love no men has heard of.
She walks lead by Your Holy Spirit who teaches her all things,
she hears Your voice and her heart is glad,
when You rejoice over her with singing.
Look ate her Your Bride, isn't she glorious?
The smile on her fragile face reminds me of Your heavens,
the warmth of her bosom, reminds me of You Lord Jesus,
she picks up the orphans and she caries them on her bosom,
she helps the widows and she gives hope to the hopeless...
Look at You Bride, more beautiful than ever.
Sweet fragrance comes when she walks by,
but her fragrance is not sweet to all,
it is a fragrance of death my Lord to some whose hearts are bitter,
full of unforgivness, just like as stone.
They take their stony hearts and throw them at her,
trying to stone her because the words coming out of her mouth
convicts them of sin, her words are death to them,
because their deeds are evil
and they hate the Light that comes out of her.
The Light of God that is Truth, and the Light of God that is Love,
the Love that brings to godly repentance.
Your Bride is hated by those
who will never receive You my Lord and my God.
But she walks, she hurts because of the hardness of their heart,
but she knows, she understands, she doesn't judge them
nor does she condemns them,
because You are the only Righteous Judge,
and it is You who judges the world.
She Loves them, she cries for her enemies to You,
and You collect her precious tears in a bottle,
just like many precious jewels...
She bleeds, caring her cross, hated by the passersby,
the crown she wares is the crown You wore
when they lead You to be crucified.
They hated You first, so they hate her, the Bride of Christ,
the Bride crying in the wilderness:
"The kingdom of God is at hand! Repent and believe in the Gospel!"
Look at her, Your bride, hurting, bleeding, hated by all,
for no one is seeking after Your heart my Holy Father.
Your riches only she can see,
Your riches and Your Love only she knows,
the one You chose for Yourself
from before the foundation of the World.
Your Glorious Bride, the Bride of Christ walking in the desert,
and crying unto You day and night:
"Father, forgive them for they know not what they do!"
Look at her my Lord, look at her,
caring her cross and praising Your name through her tears...
...and the ones whom You have called to be holy unto You,
believe in You and they repent and they become one with her,
they become one with You.
Look at her Your Bride, more beautiful than ever.
Look at her, look at me, my Husband.
O How much I Love you!
You gave me the desires of my heart
while I was in the desert,
hungry and thirsty for Your Love.
You gave me Yourself.
And because if it, now You and I are One
and that is forever my Glorious King
my Glorious Husband!
My Lord and my God, Jesus Christ!
Look at me, Your Bride,
the one You gave Your Life for.
You are not just and image
(A Psalm of Antoaneta)
You are not just an image
I can paint on canvas
so all who see You may believe,
You are not just a god
I can carry in my hands and take You places,
so I can bow before Your feet to worship You my King,
You are not just a man who can lie
when You make a promise,
so I may just forsake You
when the words You spoke
did not come to pass.
There is no men
who has seen You in the vision
and who has walked away from You,
the only everlasting Love and Life.
I know You for my self,
and the way I know You
words are too poor to describe,
I Love You with my soul
and the Love I feel for You is everlasting,
You came in me to make me Yours
so I may sing the songs
You place within my heart,
the songs I sing to nations
who are walking in the darkness,
the nations which will perish
lest they repent and believe
the words You speak through me.
In You I know no darkness,
in You I know not fear that consumes,
in You death is never to be found,
because You are Life,
the Life I live is You,
the Christ who came in me!
Let me be the Song You sing today
(A Psalm of Antoaneta)
Let me be the song You sing,
let me be the word You speak today,
let me be the hands and feet of You
the One who came to indwell me,
so You may go to hurting men today.
I have no Love
unless You give me Yours into my heart,
I have no home
unless I am resting in Your bosom,
I have no kingdom,
unless Your Kingdome comes
on earth it is in heaven.
The world is burnt with fervent heat
and every memory of it,
the riches and the glory of the men
I used to listen to are gone,
and only You
the Giver of the very breath of Life
within my nostrils I see in me,
and I in You forever,
my Father and my Best eternal Friend.
You teach me as I grow
and no one can deny that I am yours,
I sing not because
someone thought me songs to sing
of the Creator,
but because You write them in my heart,
I walk in Light,
because Light is who You are
and Light forever You will be to all
who come to You Majestic Savior!
I need no one to teach me of who You are,
I need no one to lead me to the place of peace,
for You O Father of my soul
translated me in heaven,
the kingdom of Your Son of Love
in whom I rest forever
and I will sing the songs of Holy God
coming in the hearts of men to manifest,
so all who see You may believe
that You are Lord and God
and You commanded
Life of peace and Love and unity forever
in Your Son of glory Jesus Christ!
I rest at last
and awesome are the songs
You write with Love in hearts of flesh
of men and women who
come to see You with a pure heart!
I Love You Father,
I Love You Lord and God,
let me be the song You sing today
The vessel of Your Love
(A Psalm of Antoaneta)
Here I am, O Lord,
the vessel of Your Love,
the vessel of Your Honor,
the vessel of Your Peace,
I come to You, presenting my self
to be field afresh with Your Spirit,
anoint me, with a new anointing,
and cleans me with the blood
I Love so much,
the blood You shed for me
and every other sinner
of this World.
Anoint me dear Lord,
and do as it pleases You,
lest the souls We Love so much
keep on serving their master,
the one who blinded their precious eyes,
and they never see the Light of God
and come out of darkness.
O bless me Father
with Your Word to speak,
a Word in season so sweet
to the souls of men
who have been deceived
by the doctrines of demons,
this seducing lies,
poor Eve breast fed the nations with,
because she chose to disobey
whom she met face to face.
O Father, of the souls You purify by fire,
anoint my tongue,
lest I speak and poison streams out of me,
as if coming from the tongue of an asp,
speak through the lips of clay,
and deliver Your people, heal them,
bless them, forgive them,
and show them the way,
because they are living
in such great darkness
that it hurts my eyes to watch.
Look at them all,
deceived by satan,
listening to his voice and thinking,
that they are obeying You instead.
Father of Love,
what am I if I am called by Your name,
but don't have Your power,
what am I,
if I speak Your Word of healing,
or I command demons to come out of people,
but nothing happens,
and the Heathens
muck You in Your face?
I know who You are,
I have heard Your voice,
I have seen and touched Your pierced hands,
You took me on Your cross
and You showed me what You felt for me,
and all the nations
who chose to believe and fallow Baal,
and not the God who shed His precious blood
to cleans them from their sins.
The times are evil,
much worst than the times
when for four hundred years
no men heard Your voice.
Look upon us, one more time
and let Your Spirit come
like mighty rushing wind,
and fall upon Your children,
like flames of fire,
even on them,
who do not believe
that there are still
spiritual gifts and new tongues,
let Your Spirit fall on those,
who do not believe
that You can heal the lepers,
and deliver men from demons
housing their temples.
who am I to say or do anything without You,
and may I do anything
without the Spirit of Truth
who teaches me all thing.
I hear often in my born of You spirit:
"Your time has not yet come.";
and I know that You teach me
as I breath every breath on earth,
I know You teach me even in my sleep,
even when my carnal mind,
at times does not believe
that You hear me.
But my spirit is encouraged,
because my spirit speaks to You
all the time.
What am I,
and what can I do,
when I see a men possessed by demons,
tearing his clothes,
and I walk by him
and bless him with the words;
"God Loves you.";
but I do not cast that demon out
in Your name,
to free the poor men
for Your glory?!
O I have seen so much,
it hurts, it hurts to know,
it hurts to see,
it hurts to know what You have done,
and what You can do
and not to have Your power.
Why do I live?...
To see men walking in darkness
and do nothing about it?
Why do I live,
to walk by those who say that,
they believe in You,
but after I turn my back and walk away,
I hear demons screaming,
tormenting their souls,
and I keep on walking...
...why do I Live?!
Give me power from above, O Lord,
I live in a city full of demon possessed people,
full of the oppressed by satan,
I live in a World full of sin
and souls walking to and fro,
seeking for peace and Love,
they are tormented by demons.
I look at temples every where,
but they have no Light,
no truth, no Life in them.
O it hurts, worst than a billion knives,
piercing my heart and soul to see,
what my eyes are seeing.
False peace and false comfort,
even some of the elect live in, Lord,
false anointing and wrong spirits,
many have received,
the spirit of the World,
who is so easy to believe in,
because it provides lies,
close to the Truth and in reality,
the riches that he offers, come from satan,
just to keep them happy,
and to believe that what they have,
came from You
while they are bowing down
to worship mammon,
and their eyes are shut close,
and the Light they see will perish soon,
because it comes
from the kingdoms of the world
and their glory,
the glory of men which is dust,
and sin, and death and security,
and peace and love found in riches,
which will perish
the moment You require
of their souls.
O Father, my Lord and my God,
I have too much inside my temple,
I have too much in my heart,
Your whole kingdom
and all that You are,
is inside of me and I must go,
and share You with others,
lest I perish along with them,
covered with their blood of wickedness,
and abominable sin and blasphemies,
Lord Jesus, help me!
I am the Truth You send,
I am Your Word You send, to dying World,
I walk with healing power in my hands,
power no men cam bye,
no men can sell,
power no human can posses,
unless it came from You.
let me do Your will and let me be like Jesus,
let Your daughter walk on water,
and heal the sick and speak Your Word
with such great boldness and conviction,
that the nations to see and to believe,
that it is You
who does Your works through me,
for Your glory!
All men need healing and deliverance,
all men need salvation,
which brakes the chains in peaces,
Truth so powerful and mighty,
that destroys the yokes
and brakes the curse,
they have been cursed with,
because of the hardening
of the hearts of their ancestors,
from a thousand generations back!
Who can save, and heal, who can deliver them,
if not You, Almighty God?!
Who can open the eyes of the blind,
and set he captives free forver,
if not You?!
I have faith,
faith is something I will never, ever loos,
because You gave it to me
when I was a little girl,
I have Love, Love so much
You placed in me even when
You formed me in my mothers womb,
I have compassion,
compassion was my pillow,
ever since I came to earth,
I know I am Yours
and You have prepared me
for a time such as this,
I know You and I know who I am,
a child of the One
who created the Worlds
and the heavens
and everything that was ever created.
I am Yours,
I have no doubt that You chose me,
to do Your will, my spirit bears witness,
because I am of the Truth,
because You and I are One!
I have no doubt in my soul,
and I forsook my life
for the sake of the Gospel of Life and Truth,
the Gospel of God,
which brought the kingdom
of the Almighty into the hearts of men,
who had nothing,
and all men were born poor
and needy my Lord!
All men need to die
and to be born again,
born from above,
born from the water and the Spirit,
so they may enter into Your glorius kingdom,
so they may see You as You are!
Merciful, Loving, Just, Holy, Righteous!
And no men shall see You without holiness,
and our holiness and our righteousness,
if we are not in You, are filthy rugs.
My heart aches, every time
I see a brother or a sister in the flesh,
yet they think that they are alive,
and they are happy!
But Father, please forgive them,
for they not know what they do,
they simply do not know You.
How can the dead know God,
when You are the God of the Living,
how can the deaf hear
the voice of the One
who wants to teach them all Truth,
unless You open their ears to hear?
And how can the mute
speak the Word of God,
when they have not
Your Holy Spirit?!
How can they call upon Your name,
and call You Father,
unless they are born again,
unless they have faith to believe,
in Your Son Jesus Christ?
O Father please intervene,
my soul is vexed beyond measure.
The harvest is plenty,
but the laborers are few,
and Your elect, so many of them
are walking in the flesh
and are not lead by Your Holy Spirit,
and only those,
who are lead by Your Spirit
they are the sons of God.
I hurt, and only You my Master
can take the pain away,
I hurt so deep at times my Father,
and I cry seeing with the eyes
You gave me a World
walking in great darkness,
a World separated from You,
because of so much
wickedness and sin...
Who can ease my pain if not You?
I have Love,
not just human love,
but the Love of God!
I have Peace, not just the pace of men,
but the Peace of God,
which surpasses all understanding,
I have Righteousness,
not human righteousness,
but the Righteousness of God.
I have Riches,
not just riches of the earthly kings,
but the Riches of God
which will never perish!
I have You Living in me
and I in You
and this is now, and forever.
Father, I know You hear me,
because You and I are One,
I know You know how I feel,
because it is You
who lives inside this temple,
the temple of Your glory,
the temple of Your Truth,
and the way You and I walk in,
is the way of God.
Father, You are Greater than me,
You are Greater than all,
and I know
that the Word You send
though my lips of clay
will not return unto You void.
I have You Father,
I have all,
I have everything and beyond
and this is for eternity,
but the souls which cry
in the darkness of the Word,
do not give me rest,
I want the nations
for my inheritance.
Father, here I am,
all I ask of You is this:
"Father, please send me..."