Gross darkness falls upon us when we least expect You see not friend nor foe, your hands grope to inspect Screams and shouts of terror, your ears perceive As darkness befalls the world, Judgment upon those who won’t believe You chose to live a life apart from the Holy One Mocking and scorning His sacrificial crucifixion So much chaos, calamity, hate, and fear The only thing to do is draw close to God and keep Him near Brother against brother, friend becomes foe Sister against

Cries at Heaven’s Door Father, help those in need. Open the floodgates of Your Grace for the fatherless. Give peace to the broken-hearted. Help those who suffer under the enemy’s hands. Set the captives free. Strengthen the weak. Give guidance to the lost. Open the eyes of the blind, resurrect the spiritually dead. Comfort the hurting, heal the sick. Provide for the needy. Give hope to the hopeless. Embrace the fearful. Be there for the lonely. Hear my cries, Lord;

Toil, toil and trouble, Worry whirling twirling around in my head. All before I leave my bed What to do now, what to do when What have I gotten myself in Pressure on pressure off, I want it all to stop Trouble here, trouble there, It seems as if it’s everywhere I turn to the left, to the right I just don’t have the might Help me take one step at a time Focused only on what I can unwind Help me walk the way of peace doing what I can Help me rely on your steady and stable hand

You can find all Dumitru Duduman's prophetic words, dreams, and visions for America on this website. www.handofhelp.com [Excerpt from Through The Fire Without “Burning; this occurred soon after arrival in California, after being exiled from Romania for smuggling Bibles.] When I eventually fell asleep, I had a strange and remarkable dream. I found myself back in Romania. Maria [my wife] and I were there visiting an apple orchard. For some reason, we weren't allowed to go in

Jesus, please remove the arrow piercing my heart Before the poison moves through my veins, tearing me apart. Tears well up in my eyes with the thought of what was said. Words are painful; they cut like a knife, making me wish I were dead Words can create problems, conflict, and strife. Wreaking havoc and chaos in my life I know I am yours, Lord, and belong to you, But my enemy is wicked and knows just what to say and do. ~~~~~~~ What you have experienced is unjust and unki