Iam Tired Quotes

Are you tired of hoping that someone else could fill the place that was meant for Me? Isee you, all of you, and you do not have to hide anymore. Isee your sin and I see your flaws and I still desire you as My own. I am crazy about you. Iam the answer for your longing. The “more” that your heart waits for is Me.

From generation to generation kings would come and go some served the Lord some were self-serving. Through His prophets, Iam conveyed:“I tire of the haughtiness of Israel, Because the daughters of Zion are haughty and walk with necks outstretched, glancing wantonly with their eyes, mincing along as they go tinkling with their feet; the Lord will afflict with scabs the heads of the daughters of Zion, and the Lord will lay bare their secret parts. I will take away the finery of the anklets, the headbands, and the crescent; the pendants, the bracelets, and the scarves; the headdresses, the armlets, the sashes, the perfume boxes, and the amulets, the signet rings and nose rings; the festal robes, the mantles, the cloaks, and the hand bags, the garments of gauze, the linen garments, the turbans and the veils.

Needless to say he had a newfound respect for that blind vampire. There were very few things iAm hadn’t been able to move in his adult life. He’d changed a tire while acting as his own tire iron. Had been known to walk vats of sauce big as washing machines around a kitchen. Hell, he’d even actually relocated a washer and dryer without thinking much about it. And then he’d had to lift that truck off his brother about two years ago. Another example of Trez’s love life getting out of control. But down in the training center with Wrath? There’d been no budging that fucker. The King had been bulldog-locked on—and the expression on his face? No emotion, not even a grimace of effort. And that body—viciously strong. iAm shook his head as he crossed that apple tree in full bloom. Trying to budge Wrath had been like pulling on a boulder. Nothing moved; nothing gave. That canine had gotten through, though. Thank God. Now, ordinarily, iAm didn’t like animals in the house—and he definitely wasn’t a dog person. They were too big, too dependent, the shedding—too much. But he respected that golden whatever it was now— Meeeeeeeeeeeerowwwwwwwwwwwwww. “Fuck!” Speak of the devil. As the queen’s black cat wound its way around his feet, he was forced to Michael Jackson it over the damn thing so he didn’t step on it. “Damn it, cat!” The feline followed him all the way into the kitchen, always with the in-and-out around the ankles—almost like it knew he’d been thinking benes about the dog and was establishing dominance. Except cats couldn’t read minds, of course. He stopped and glared at the thing. “What the hell do you want.” Not really a question, as he didn’t care to give the feline an opening. One black paw lifted and then . . . Next thing he knew, the g*dd*mn cat was leaping into his arms, rolling over onto its back . . . and purring like a Ferrari. “Are you fucking kidding me,” he muttered. -iAm & Boo

I have a better idea.” Michael smiled, he held up his hand, blue lightning flashed and struck the wall as a doorway opened into a vault behind the wall. Michael and Gabriel carried the Ark into the vault and lowered the Ark onto a slab of rock. When they stepped back through, the blue lightning vanished and so did the passageway. The Ark would be hidden until the Children of Israel could recover it. As we walked out of the cave we could see the fires of the enemy camp burning in the night. “Israel waxes and wanes with the wind they are a fickle people, Iam will not save them from bondage. He will allow them to feel the whip of another master until they grow tired and cry out for their True Master. Do not go back to the city tonight for by morning the city will be taken over, wait here and give yourself up in the morning when the surge is over.” Gabriel warned.