Lord, set the pace, give me strength and faith to stand next to you and match your stride.
“Come up here, look into my eyes and see the fire. Beloved, my fire burns for you. My hand is forever outstretched to you. Granted, granted!”
I see a rubber stamp slamming down on my petitions, my prayers, my requests. Granted! Red ink! Granted! These petitions are legal documents. The decree has been made; the judgment rendered. The Lord has given us favor. Granted. “You have full freedom and authority. Hold your judgment paper up, rebuke the devil. You have legal permission from My courts. All of My power I give you.”
I have what I asked because I asked in faith. Because of faith, it has been granted. It’s nothing I did, it’s only because of belief in the Lord of Lords. That’s all it takes. Belief. When I look at the back of the rubber stamp, the letters imbedded in the rubber, I see they are a mirror image. When stamped upon the legal petition, the letters are right, clearly readable, in order, and permanent. The document is entered into the record book. Two holes are punched at the top of the document and it is permanently placed on the right side of the court file. It is law, it stands on it’s merit as a final decree that can’t be overturned.
“Hold up your copy of my granted judgment to the devil’s face and remind him he has no legal right. It is finished.”