Song for the Chapter: GOD OF REVIVAL, by Phil Wickham (Please, please, please, try and listen🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😃🥰)

I have so longed to add this song at this particular spot. We thank THE LORD for bringing us this far and making it possible. Blessed be HIS HOLY NAME now and forevermore!

GOD bless you all richly. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙂🩵✨

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Finally, the full poem by GOD'S Grace:

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
and rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
of never-failing skill;
He treasures up His bright designs,
and works His sov'reign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
the clouds ye so much dread
are big with mercy and shall break
in blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
but trust Him for His grace;
behind a frowning Providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
unfolding every hour;
the bud may have a bitter taste,
but sweet will be the flow'r.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
and scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
and He will make it plain.

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Alessandro was amazed by how his LORD works.

He had not known what would happen, yet, the immense premonition had not allowed him a moment's rest at the dawn of the horrible incident.

He found a bright Light calling his name even as he lay in bed.

Obeying the summons, he found his spirit greatly troubled. As though something ominous and cruel was about to take place.

"Pray," he heard a quiet and gentle voice whisper.

He first sat up in his bed and began to pray. But, the weight upon his spirit was so heavy he felt the need to kneel down instead.

"LORD, I do not know what battle is waging against any member of this family. But this I know to be true, there is Power in YOUR HOLY NAME, JESUS."

Alessandro felt he had to go even lower than before. He prostrated on the floor of his room, heedless of the cold surface. The flame set ablaze within him was not overcome by it.

"LORD, I don't have nor know the right words to say with this deep feeling YOU have kindly laid upon my heart."

And the fountain of his tears drizzled quietly and gently as he lay there, though the feeling of pain and agony within was way stronger.

It was still foreign to him, finding himself in that state, with deep emotions and an even greater connection to his GOD than ever before. But he basked in the Glow of the LIGHT of HIS newly found Redeemer.

A memory verse he had memorised immediately came to mind, as though sent through a Heavenly courier straight into the deepest part of his heart.

"Whatever the forces of darkness are plotting, YOUR WORD says, that YOU have blotted out every handwriting of ordinance which was against us, contrary to us," he continued to weep as he felt THE HOLY SPIRIT fill his mouth with the Words with which he prayed.

"And YOU have taken it away," he continued. "Nailing them to the Cross, and having spoiled principalities and powers, YOU made a show of them openly, triumphing over them in it."

He finally lifted his head with a Power surging through him, and the light of dawn cascading gently and softly over his features.

"LORD, I do not know what is wrong or taking place right now. But I know YOU do. And YOU are greater than every situation..."

The Greatest of all powers continued to surge through him.

"And, LORD, I humbly plead YOUR Blood..."

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Found in a solitary place somewhere off the grounds of the Royal Hospital after the incident, another soul was prepared to do what he had sworn to never do again.

"It's funny, talking to YOU again, LORD," for the first time in years, the Ice Prince shed a tear—no, rather tears—heartbreaking, unstoppable sobs with his head buried in his hands.

"I stopped talking to YOU because of the death of one I loved so dearly. And here am I, amazed to find myself talking to YOU again, beseeching YOU for the lifeline of another YOU have given to me. One who has become more precious to me than my very existence despite my many flaws and failings."

"HEAVENLY FATHER..." it sounded strange to him, for he had refused to call anyone so after the demise of his earthly one. "I do not deserve to call YOU my FATHER. Yet, YOU seem to have cornered me on every side. And here I am, broken before YOU..." he dropped to the floor on his knees.

And finding that his wellspring of tears were not altogether dry, he broke into even more violent sobs.

"Please, I know the drug they found in her system is lethal indeed," his voice broke.

"But..." he paused for a moment before continuing to say the words again. "HEAVENLY FATHER... no, I am not even worthy to be called YOUR son. But, please, have mercy upon me and remember YOUR Blood. Remember Violet. Please, I know I have no right to ask, but I humbly beseech YOU, heal and revive Violet."

But, it seemed the Revival had started in himself, a bright Light illuminating the dark spot he found himself in at the hospital.

He felt a Flame so great and so strong engulfing every part of his being—thawing every single piece of the residue of iciness found within him.

Yes, he felt HIS Presence so strongly fill the atmosphere, that every bit of his body quaked and he began to speak in unknown tongues.

He was set on fire—an unquenchable fiery flame he could not escape from.

Violet's GOD, had arrested his soul and compassed him on every side—and there was no door of exit to be found for him as he experienced HIS Mighty Power. And, if there was, he would not have used it.

For though the experience was intense, he found his soul longing for even more of HIM—if that was possible.

Indeed, her GOD had chased his soul and had overcome every fibre of his being.

He no longer belonged to himself. He was HIS, CHRISTS'.

Unbidden, a song he had learnt from his younger years came to mind. How he could recall it all, he did not know. Or rather, he felt he did know.

"I hear that welcome Voice, that calls me LORD to THEE," he once again did something which had become foreign to him over the years—he not only sang, but he did so with such great and deep emotions.

"For cleansing in the Precious Blood that flowed on Calvary. I am coming, LORD! Coming unto THEE..." he continued in his strong baritone voice.

It had been rusty at the beginning of the melody as he hadn't done so in years. But the Power seemed to overflow past that, finding his voice again.

The same voice he had accompanied his earthly father with as the latter played the violin. Now, he felt he was doing so with an even Greater FATHER.

And, oh the joy that flooded his soul!

Vincenzo felt the Power also begin to open his eyes even further to certain truths he had not fully realised before. He finally knew and fully acknowledged the evil power he had invited into his home and worked with.

How could I have been so blind to neglect the warning signals?

And there was another feeling of assurance. He knew without the shadow of a doubt, that the same flame he was experiencing was at work in a different part of the hospital—where his beloved wife lay.

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"So you want to take her away?" Queen Giulia felt totally caught off guard by Louise Levine's sudden appearance and demand.

"It has come to my notice that a clause has not been fulfilled with regard to my niece. And that can nullify the marriage as all the rights are not complete yet."

Composing herself, Queen Giulia found her heart unable to accept the news.

"I believe it also says it is her right to decide," she declared boldly unwilling to acquiesce to his request.

She had witnessed the love and kindness of Violet from afar, and the change she had caused in her home—though she had not uttered her convictions to anyone yet.

And if she survived, she would not stand the thought of her leaving.

"Well then, where is she? Let us ask for her opinion."

Queen Giulia put up a brave front, though within she trembled at the thought of that prospect.

She of all people, knew the nature of her son and had seen the reluctant grace with which Violet had accepted the marriage.

Indeed, they are not confirmed married till that clause is fulfilled.

She continued to reason within herself, and though the smile she had mustered for all occasions came into play, she felt it lacked the confidence of previous years of practice.

What will Violet say? Will she even be able to survive and live in the same house that had brought her doom?

She had no confidence in that part.

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"What!?" Isabella felt the need to ask again, not trusting her listening abilities at that moment.

She had stayed in the hospital as well, praying all through the surgery. The luxurious waiting area at the Royal Hospital did little to calm her.

And shockingly, Giuseppe had invited himself there acting as though he truly cared.

But Isabella had other thoughts.

"Apart from a mild concussion to the head she suffered from the fall—which we must continue to monitor from time to time, of course—there is no trace of any organ damage from the lethal dose," the Surgeon concluded.

"What? No damage?!"

Isabella turned to face Giuseppe.

Was that a note of disappointment she had heard in his voice or was she just imagining it?

"And there are more details to the poison we found in her system."

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"I am not taking the fall for this!!!" Giuseppe announced to Florence once again.

He went around his office desk and sat on the edge of it, looking straight into the eyes of the whimpering girl before him.

It was time to use his power.

"You are going to own up to every bit of this plot," he began slowly as though speaking to an infant, eyes fixed on her as he willed his power into every sentence.

"You are going to say that you were jealous of Violet and decided to end her life, hoping to take her spot. Do you understand me?"

Just as he expected, she was under his power as she repeated his words.

"I will own up to it and say I was jealous of her position," Florence repeated in a robotic voice. "And I decided to take her life so that I could fill her position in the household."

Satisfied, Giuseppe sighed and returned to glance out the window behind his desk.

"You may leave now," he declared without sparing her another glance.

He heard her shuffle away.

Why did I choose such a buffoon to entrust this work unto? High ranking? She is only a lunatic who does not know her left from right.

He was not going down for her mistakes, no. He was the son of the prince of darkness. He will not yield his position to any other—no matter the circumstances.

And despite whatever "great" sacrifices he had to make.

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Speechless with adoration for THE MIGHTY GOD we serve, by GOD'S Grace I have no comments other than to ask how we are all faring by HIS Mercies.

Goodnight, Buenas Noches, and Laila Tov!!! (Here's to hoping THE LORD helps me to post before falling asleep 😅)

Love and Shalom, Shalom!
Phela 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🥰🕊️