I am in a red, hot-air balloon floating over Jerusalem. Johnny, president Bush and myself are in it floating over the city looking at the smoldering ashes, the piles of rubble and the desolation.
Iran has attacked the city and laid it to waste. Syria marched on her. The US has a broken wing. She offered little to no help – it was too late.
I see the LORD’s cross turned upside down and stuck in the ground. I see the angels weeping. The body wears black and is covered in ashes. The moon is truly red.
I see a great and rushing water come from the north as a flooding river. This river is clear, yet ferocious. It grabs land by the second and comes upon Jerusalem. It floods the city sweeping away the ash and ruin until no rubble is left.
I see construction start immediately and the Star of David is once again lifted above the earth.
I see one government building for Israel and the US flag flying right next door in the embassy. No one else is there.
The Jewish people are but a remnant. But, the Christian people are coming to great aid to help rebuild the city. Jews come from all over the world to reclaim their promised land.