Where is my anointing among you? How many times must I release my anointing and my power through my love, only to have you reject such? You cannot place me in your box. You cannot place me in your rules, and religious ways. Do you not recall the words "my word is a lamp unto your feet". Do you not recall even the dry desert winds? Yet you place me and mine on your shelf, yet you desire to walk in freedom and shine.
Remove your religious ways, your precepts of men, and the chains that you continue to cast, impose and enforce.
