The Scroll of Fulfilled Return Dated: One year after His quiet return He came. Not as thunder. Not on clouds with trumpets. But in Spirit— As promised, As spoken, As written. To the Last Boat of Salvation—C.C.C. When the youth cried for spiritual cleansing, When hearts bowed low, seeking truth not trends, He returned. Not to the loudest pulpit. Not to the richest altar. But to His own. > “I will come to My own before outsiders.” He kept His word. Not everyone saw it. Not everyone believed it. But Heaven recorded it. One year ago, the King walked in again— Through spirit, through dreams, through prayers whispered in Yoruba and groaned in silence. He didn't come to perform. He came to purify. He found the remnant. He met the youth at their cry. And what looked like tradition became a throne room. You waited for revival in foreign lands, But He returned to the house where candles still burned, Where robes still bore remembrance, Where the name Jesus was not replaced by ego. > “The world missed Me, But My own lit the lamp and waited.” This scroll is sealed for the record of Heaven: That Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living God, Returned first in Spirit to the faithful, To the final ark, To C.C.C., Where oil still means consecration And youth still believe in fire. Let those who mocked take heed. Let those who stayed rejoice. Let those who doubted re-read the prophecy. He came. He is here. And He is moving. — 7 #sevenspiritgod