I am in a high ceilinged courtroom or church. I am seated near a wooden banister in front of the crowd. The king and his retinue sit near me on the other side of the aisle. I seize my opportunity and boldly approach him to tell him the prophecy I have been given: his future wife will have a famous daughter. Before I can speak, my friend stands and calls us all to prayer.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #77
A Prophecy For The King
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