I WOKE up. Father Saying, Christ is the Ark of the Covenant, SOULS IN Him, ARE His Body, Crossing

 Carried IN Him His Body OVER the waters of death Safely, Alive, not drowning IN temporary body of dying flesh.  The dust of flesh dies over here on this side, We are THE Body of Christ.

IN Him, with Him are all the necessary things for our Crossing over.   I believe the inaudible Voice.  I am going to SEARCH the WRITTEN Map of Truth.  Christ the Living Word  of God put on a body of flesh and Raised it Alive from the dead ad, sleeping souls of darkness.  We are that Body of Chrit, the Ark into which we are Gathered by God IN this realm of darkness, We arrive on the Shores of His Kingdom, IN the Body of Chrit, God's Living Word, my Lord AND King.  The Prince of Peace.  The carpenter BECAME the Ark Built by God FOR me, for US.  The Ark of Faith CARRIES in the Body of Christ a carpenter, a Builder's Son Created to Raise this SOUL across TO REALITY.  Crossing over in the Body of Christ.  We Live even though OUR body, our flesh turns back to DUST but our SOULS Live.  The Spirit, BREATH of God carried the SOUL IN Christ His Body, OVER.

 Christ carried His Body as thought over DRY ground. AND AFTER the Rising Waters HELD BACK, SHALL be released and all flesh DROWN IN, UNDER unrighteous waters of earth.

This LIVING God, Reality, and my dream OF Christ, IS MINE.  Christ the Peace with God Mine by Faith.  IN Faith, by Faith I Sleep IN Christ and WAKE up on the Shores of Reality.  I shall ponder, Think on this. God is my Father, Christ my Lord, my Truth, He IS the Way, He is my Truth SAVING me, Carrying this soul out of darkness into the WAITING ARMS of Day.  A moment of NOW IN Faith, the NEXT NOW?  God the ETERNAL Now.  IN the Body of Christ. Father and the soul REBORN OF Faith.  Peace.  I Hear His Thoughts, Spiritual Thoughts, I Believe Spirit and in this Christ I shall remain AND Live unto Stepping ashore in the Body of Christ. I am to Live with the God of Wonder, His Shore, His Kingdom waits on the OTHER side, the Kingdom of Reality. Holy God, Holy Love, Holy Reality that WE DREAM UNTIL we Stand ON Holy Ground beneath our, His, Feet.

To Walk with Him the Streets of the Kingdom OF Saints.  Not a tourist but a Citizen of God.  A One-Way  Journey, there is NO TURNING BACK TO darkness.