Oil rigs over America

I see an oil rig come up in the middle of America. Oil gushes out until all of the country is knee deep.

I see eagles flying overhead – zillions of them. They drop maps – treasure maps into the hands of the people.

I see the dead come to life. They worship.

I see the old man rising to his place and then sitting in the chair next to it so that his son may be seated in his inheritance.

America will export. I see trees flourishing in Floriday. A new use for the palm is coming.

The global net has been cast. He has the whole world in His hands.

I see the jackal and hyena laid low.

Scoffer and mocker be gone.

America the beautiful come forth.