When a penny loses its shine and has lost its gleam, there is nothing about it that sets it apart from all the other coins in the heap. For whose eye would be drawn to this small disc of copper when it carries no luster?
How beautiful is the amber light, and how glorious are the radiant skies which flow across this land, where the beams of freedom shine as golden rays glistening in the sun. Like the dawn of a new day, this nation was birthed where both the pauper and the advantaged stand side by side with the same rights, for it is true that all of mankind is equal in My sight.
The mountains are crying out for their Maker, groaning with sounds only audible to My ears as Creation longs for My return, yearning for its rightful King to reclaim what is His. So the hills and the valleys, the rocks and trees, along with the rest of Creation are patiently watching for My second coming, all hoping to see Me descend from the heavens and take back all who are Mine.