So I was praying...

So I was praying and this is what came to me.

"I look out into the endless sea of faces, of brokenness disguised by hate, by rebellion.
I look into this generation who not want to become great. Who wear apathy like a crown and say to those who write histories that we do not want to be remembered because we did not care.
The closer I look the more I see the fatherless, the abandoned the abused all who hide their shame with a mask of 'strength'. Their disguise is thin and never mistaken for the real thing.
As I look out upon this endless sea of a generation I know how Ezekiel felt looking upon the dry bones. I want to hold my hands high and cry "woe to the fatherless generation, who will heal their pain?"
But before I can utter the words I hear the voice of God beside me whisper. "Call them blessed, and call them out."
And so I find MY voice and I say to them:
I call you blessed, oh fatherless generation.
I declair peace over you for the rest of your days.
The Lord God is with you and you are not lost, searching or bound but you are free!
You are no longer a generation of bastards tossed to the wayside to deal with what life has given you, but you are Sons and Daughters of the most high.
(Sons and Daughters are capitalized because they're an identity not a title)
Rise up and be the army of God.
Rise up and claim the inheritance that is yours.
Rise up and know that eternity is written in your hearts and nothing can deny you.
This is the day of your awakening, when you open your eyes and realize your royal duties in the Kingdom of God.
Equip your selves and ready for the fight of your life.
Your destiny is before you and all the humanity you once held dear is coming at you to stop your divine emergence. They may look scary and the battle may be tough but nothing can stop you.
NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST YOU SHALL PROSPER!
Now rise up oh generation of fathered by the hand of God, rise up and go take back the dominion of your divine right."