Yvon Attia
November 1, 2025
New Land Unlike the land you came from
My eyes will rest upon you
In the night places I will reveal my glory
In the low places I will reveal my nearness
What once demanded your strength, will now flourish under my favor
Im transitioning you
I am shifting you from striving to resting
From survival to inheritance
I am sending that rain of refreshing, of fruitfulness and of fulfillment. Your barns will be full and your vats will flow with wine
Your vessels will flow with oil. The ground beneath your feet will respond to my word for every place your sole treads shall be yours
You’re transitioning my watchful care
A land that drinks from heaven.
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