Word for France
Feb 19th, 2006
thru Priscilla Van Sutphin
As I was sitting playing one cell on the computer and praying in tongues, I suddenly started hearing the Marseillaise in my mind. I only remember a small part but the tune was clear. So I looked it up and was surprised by the words in English. I realized God must have something to say and quieted myself to hear…
“My children of France. Destiny is upon you. Once again in your borders are tyrants and those who would slit your throats. Will you turn to the One Who loves you ? Will you bravely CONFRONT these who need to know ME ? Will you go OUT into the neighborhoods and streets and proclaim the TRUTH of MY LOVE for them, and turn their weapons of warfare into naught ? Will you also fight on your knees for the life of your nation ? Will you WORSHIP with abandonment, that I may rain down glory in the midst of the turmoil and tension. I know that people are at attention right now.
There is rumbling in the halls of France ! There is a beating of drums as well…war drums. Will you war on your knees that lives may be saved before they go home to meet their Maker ? Will you consider how many within your borders are in GREAT NEED of LOVE and affection that ONLY I can bring to them ? You are not called to be quiet placaters, but you are called to be PROPHETS ! If you will worship Me with all your heart, and war in the dance, I will reign down glory ! [ purposely misspelled]
I lift up and I put down. It is I Who sit in the heavens and I laugh at my adversaries! Pray for hearts to be turned to the KING OF KINGS and the LORD of LORDS. Pray for the ancient foundations to be restored. When Rome was corrupt you tried to succeed from the papal state. You have always had a heart for justice.
I will revive the heart of your nation to worship Me, but you must fight by also laying down your life instead of clinging to your idols, including safety and comfort. You must lay aside all fear of loss, and speak TRUTH in LOVE. Be assured that I will follow it with demonstrations, signs and wonders. But without a preacher, how will they know ? Without someone to demonstrate TRUTH & LOVE how will they know. I have called you to LOVE YOUR ENEMIES. I have not called you to placate or be intimidated by domination and control. I have called you to glory. Lay down your life, and I will honor you with MY LIFE, My resurrection life that will turn all men to ME ! Dying to self is the key. LOVE is the GREATEST.
Do not allow yourselves to be terrorized, but respond with love and TRUTH. In the midst of violence I will be your Defender ! Do not fear, for I AM WITH YOU. I AM EMMANUEL ! I am Jehovah Sabaoth, and I AM your Salvation ! I AM THE WAY. I AM the TRUTH. I AM THE LIFE, and the LIGHT of the WORLD. I will make My face to shine upon you as you lay down your own life and take up MY LIFE. I will heal the blind and I will heal the deaf and mute. I will make the lame leap like a deer. I will make a way in the midst of troubles and hardship. TURN, TURN, TURN to ME for I love you with an everlasting love.”
I then saw a vision of the French flag all ablaze, but I sensed it was ablaze with the fire of GOD !
La Marseillaise
French National Anthem
La Marseillaise was composed by Claude-Joseph Rouget de Lisle in 1792 and was declared the French national anthem in 1795.
Let's go children of the fatherland,
The day of glory has arrived!
Against us tyranny's
Bloody flag is raised! (repeat)
In the countryside, do you hear
The roaring of these fierce soldiers?
They come right to our arms
To slit the throats of our sons, our friends!
Refrain
Grab your weapons, citizens!
Form your batallions!
Let us march! Let us march!
May impure blood
Water our fields!
This horde of slaves, traitors, plotting kings,
What do they want? For whom these vile shackles,
These long-prepared irons? (repeat)
Frenchmen, for us, oh! what an insult!
What emotions that must excite!
It is us that they dare to consider
Returning to ancient slavery!
What! These foreign troops
Would make laws in our home!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would bring down our proud warriors! (repeat)
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brows would bend beneath the yoke!
Vile despots would become
The masters of our fate!
Tremble, tyrants! and you, traitors,
The disgrace of all groups,
Tremble! Your parricidal plans
Will finally pay the price! (repeat)
Everyone is a soldier to fight you,
If they fall, our young heros,
France will make more,
Ready to battle you!
Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors,
Bear or hold back your blows!
Spare these sad victims,
Regretfully arming against us. (repeat)
But not these bloodthirsty despots,
But not these accomplices of Bouillé,
All of these animals who, without pity,
Tear their mother's breast to pieces!
Sacred love of France,
Lead, support our avenging arms!
Liberty, beloved Liberty,
Fight with your defenders! (repeat)
Under our flags, let victory
Hasten to your manly tones!
May your dying enemies
See your triumph and our glory!
Refrain
We will enter the pit
When our elders are no longer there;
There, we will find their dust
And the traces of their virtues. (repeat)
Much less eager to outlive them
Than to share their casket,
We will have the sublime pride
Of avenging them or following them!
Refrain
La Marseillaise
Allons enfants de la patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
Contre nous de la tyrannie
L'étendard sanglant est levé ! (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats ?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes !
Refrain
Aux armes, citoyens !
Formez vos bataillons !
Marchons ! Marchons !
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !
Que veut cette horde d'esclaves,
De traîtres, de rois conjurés ?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
Ces fers dès longtemps préparés ? (bis)
Français ! pour nous, ah ! quel outrage !
Quels transports il doit exciter !
C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
De rendre à l'antique esclavage !
Quoi ! ces cohortes étrangères
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers !
Quoi ! ces phalanges mercenaires
Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers ! (bis)
Grand Dieu ! par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploiraient !
De vils despotes deviendraient
Les maîtres de nos destinées !
Tremblez, tyrans ! et vous, perfides,
L'opprobre de tous les partis,
Tremblez ! vos projets parricides
Vont enfin recevoir leur prix ! (bis)
Tout est soldat pour vous combattre,
S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros,
La France en produit de nouveaux,
Contre vous tout prêts à se battre !
Français, en guerriers magnanimes,
Portez ou retenez vos coups !
Épargnez ces tristes victimes,
A regret s'armant contre nous. (bis)
Mais ces despotes sanguinaires,
Mais ces complices de Bouillé,
Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitié,
Déchirent le sein de leur mère !
Amour sacré de la patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs !
Liberté, Liberté chérie,
Combats avec tes défenseurs ! (bis)
Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents !
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire !
Refrain
Nous entrerons dans la carrière
Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus ;
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
Et la trace de leurs vertus. (bis)
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre !
