she's crowned
volume 1 issue 4
meet hrh zangi miti
the wishbone mary summers
uncork the bottle "queen" victoria sandage
suffering terri sullivant
straight talk with sissy reese
faith testing Almost six years ago my husband and I went through one of our toughest Job seasons. It was early July and my husband had a freak accident. I went into flight or fight mode when I jumped out of the car and saw him lying on the garage floor with blood coming out of his eyes and nose. He was alert but confused. Immediately, he asked about our dog who was sitting in the car waiting for a trip. I left him for a moment to get her in the house and told him I was calling 911. He argued and I told him if he would not let me call I was rushing him to the emergency room. I got him into the car and drove like I had a police escort. I figured no officer would give me a ticket when he saw my husband in his bloody condition. At the ER, immediately he was rushed into a little room. Within seconds my husband's entire face went ashen. His bodybuilder nurse who was taking his vitals jumped up and within seconds about 10 medical professionals descended into an ER room with every tube, cord and machine plugged into him. The attending physician came into the room and told me that had to take he to have a CT scan asap. As they wheeled him down to radiology, I was trying to muster up my deep reservoirs of faith. After the tests results came back, the physician came in and said your husband has bleeding on the brain and we need to air flight him asap to a hospital downtown that has a brain trauma unit. She left the room and I was standing over my husband and had the fleeting thought, "Is this it"? It lasted for about ten seconds then I felt fight well up within me and I told the enemy to go. I looked at my husband and I said it's time to fight! The doctor came back in and said they could not locate a helicopter and were going to have an ambulance take him downtown. A short time later, I signed a release and he was taken by ambulance to another hospital that was closer and which had a very good brain trauma unit. In the car, we stood in faith that all bleeding would stop and that he would be healed immediately. When we got to the other hospital he was examined by a specialist who also reviewed the prior CT scan. The specialist concluded that there was no bleeding in his brain, just a concussion! We went home, thanking the Lord and believing for full restoration. Three days later, our fur child had a calcified disc rupture in her back. We had to rush her to the animal hospital. Long story short, the vet urged us to put her down, unsure that she would make it through the surgery or if she did, whether she would ever walk again. But our faith was resolute and we knew if God could heal Doug he would take care of our dog. He did! The vet said it was an utter miracle. She's totally whole. Still to this day when I look at her she is a visual sign of what the Lord can and will do for us when we let Him take the wheel. The enemy was intent on taking my family out that weekend. He threw every bag of tricks in the book to take us out of faith. But we kept our eyes on God through the recovery season. When things got tough and setbacks came, we knew God was powerfully in control. He is the author and perfecter of our faith. He would finish what He started because He is is the great I AM, our faithful daddy. Warmly, Ingrid Maddock Founder, Sisters of the Crown
at the cross ingrid maddock
the re-coronation anoushka riley
the year to break the curse karen martin
faith testing ingrid maddock
what's inside
The Year to Break the Curse by Karen Martin Nearly twenty-five years ago I went through a divorce. We had been married for sixteen years, and the divorce ended the marriage that had endured unfaithfulness and drug use. Overall, I can say I have forgiveness for the pain and betrayal from my ex-husband, but sometimes I still struggle with the fact that my children are in his life and continue to experience pain in their relationship with him. For several years, he lived a long distance from where my children and I currently live. At the end of 2019, however, my ex-husband decided to move to Kansas City. When it was confirmed he was moving here, I lost it. Having walked with the Lord for a long time, I was extremely surprised at myself and how I allowed his moving here to upset me. He arrived here in January 2020, and along with his arrival came a number of problems. They were not problems directly with me because he knew he had to stay away from me. But my children were put in tremendous turmoil. He caused them pain and had unreasonable expectations of our adult children, plus he was still using drugs. The children were attempting to set boundaries, and they started working together to set expectations. They were a support for each other and were presenting a united front with good boundaries with their dad. I started putting myself before the Lord expressing my anger and fear. I was attempting to work through the issues and offense that I had for myself and for my children. I don’t know what or when the Lord started to do a sovereign work in my heart, but I had realized I was not nearly as free as I thought I was. I did have some healing and forgiveness, especially for my own pain, but seeing my children’s pain, contributed to me not being wholly free. I had years of constant additional turmoil coming against my children and our family. I thought I had done a good job of continuing to forgive, and I think I was doing what I could, but I realized I had residue in my heart. I had no idea it was there until he moved here and God started dealing with me. I started by having an openness to the Lord and allowing Him to deal with my heart. I gave Him permission to show me and deal with me any way he wanted. I cannot tell you everything He did in me, but I do know there was forgiveness involved. Sovereignly, something started breaking off me. I do not have words for what was happening inside me. I do not even understand. All I know is that I felt different. At the same time, my ex-husband quit using drugs. This was truly a miracle because he had been a drug user for thirty-plus years. Since in the past, he had quit using for short periods, I thought this would not last. However, he started having conversations with our adult children about the pain from his years of drug use and his absence in their lives. They discussed their attitudes and choices if he decided to return to using drugs. It has been about year since all this started to happen. Things are good, but of course, they are not perfect. My ex-husband continues to not use drugs, and the relationship with the children is much better. I see the Lord doing a work in my children’s hearts to heal and restore their relationship with their dad.
Coming back to my part, I have received some kind of breaking. I believe it was some kind of a curse. I don’t know what it was, but I can tell you I received some freedom in my life that I do not have words to express. It is something I do not fully understand, but it has been wonderful for me. I can be around my ex-husband, and in my heart, I have a deep peace, but I do not feel any kind of tie to him. I do not know how to express it in any other words. I do not have a soul tie or any other spiritual tie or emotional tie. I can be kind to him. It is not fake, nor do I feel it forced because I feel that I have to do it as a Christian. It is something that is natural. I believe it is by the Holy Spirit and because I have so much freedom. I believe this is truly the year of breaking of curses over our lives, our family’s lives, and our friends' lives. I have been standing in prayer for any other area in my life where I need a breakthrough. Now that I’ve experienced this freedom, I want more. I have experienced freedom in the past, but this is different. This has encouraged me to be more open to the Lord for anything else that He would like to touch and from which He wants to set me free. Now is a sovereign time for the Holy Spirit to do this work. It may be something you do not understand, or you may not know why, but God does. Therefore, I want to encourage you to let the Lord do a work in your life. Yes, you have to surrender and cooperate with the Holy Spirit, but it’s God who performs the breaking. Your part is to surrender, obey, and trust as He does the work. My prayer for us is that the freedom God has for us, which is abundant freedom, would come in this season and that this year 5781 from the Hebrew calendar would truly be the year of breaking curses. I pray we would receive the total freedom the Lord has for us in Jesus’ Name. Blessings, Karen
"None of us is born with the right understanding of who we are in the Lord. Neither could we fathom the glory of our true identity." - Zangi Miti "Such knowledge is too wonderful for [us], it is high, [we] cannot attain it" Psalm 139:6
A Restored Daughter by Zangi Miti I have spent most of my life wanting and needing one thing: to be loved. The kind of love that makes you feel seen, love that makes you feel wanted and accepted, and certainly the type of love that makes you feel heard and understood. I believe we all want that kind of love. After all, we were all created to love and to be loved. Each of us was created as a labor of love, regardless of the circumstances surrounding our conception. There is One who eagerly anticipated our first breath, who knew us before He formed us in the womb (Jeremiah 1:5). Yet we are born into a world of sin, and with no mercy or consideration for our fragility, the campaign to kill, steal and destroy us begins immediately. Very early, there are words and experiences used to keep us from accepting salvation and seeing the Lord rightly, robbing us of our true identity. This certainly was the pattern in my life. Why? There is no greater threat to the enemy than a woman who knows her God and is known by Him. Through her relationship with Yahweh, her mind is renewed, enabling her to abandon the thought patterns and habits she was raised in, to claim the identity which is her birthright in Christ Jesus (Romans 12:2-3). With all the education, accomplishments, and knowledge that I had proudly curated, there was still one thing I failed to know or understand—Who am I? I could tell you "what I wasn't" because I spent most of my life trying to prove that I wasn't any of these things: a victim, a failure, stupid, worthless, good-for-nothing, unlovable, undesirable, etc. This pursuit left little room for me to discover who I really was. I was so distracted by this ambitious desperation to prove my worth that I failed to see how I was driven by a taskmaster whose appetite could only be satisfied by death. In my pursuit of love, acceptance, and healing, I built a life with little consideration for the Lord. After all, how could a God who loved me let such bad things happen to me? One wrong decision led to another. While all looked great from the outside, the house I built on sand began to crumble quickly. A mighty storm called life came and washed away everything I had built. As a single mother, I faced the daunting task of rebuilding. Yet it was in my loneliness and despair that the Lord met me. He comforted me and gently began to restore me. As I discovered more about Jesus, He gently and patiently removed my grave clothes and gave me beauty in exchange for ashes. He washed my wounds, healed my broken heart, and gave me acceptance in exchange for the deep wounds that rejection and abuse had left on my soul. He went to the core of who I am, the place where the skeletons of trauma were buried, and he turned the graveyard of my heart into a garden of life, joy, and hope. He commanded the chains to be loosed, ungodly chains and yokes that I did not know I carried because they had become so intertwined with my identity. He loved me in more ways than I desired, despite what He knew about me. What a healing! While 2020 was a year of many things, for me, it marked the year when the Lord called me out by my true identity. Through prophetic voices, the Lord called me by name. My crowning ceremony marked one of two pivotal moments in my walk. It was a moment where I felt seen, wanted, accepted, known, and heard by the Lord. I felt his overwhelming love for me and His invitation for more. I answered the call for "Everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat" (Isaiah 55:1). I had nothing of value to exchange for this love or acceptance, but thankfully, a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, [the Lord] will not turn away or despise (Psalm 51:17). I also captured a glimpse of the Father's heart to see his daughters become a fountain of life, locking arms and making themselves available as vessels that pour Holy Spirit life into each other. It is true that the real challenge to receiving God's love is to become secure enough to emulate that love in our relationships, and to believe that He heals us until we no longer need to live in a vacuum, knowing that we can confidently tear down the protective walls we built, which now imprison us. There is great power in sisterhood. In the parable of the Good Shepherd (Matthew 18:12–14), we often focus on the shepherd's pursuit of the one sheep, but we forget to realize that the Shepherd knew that ninety-nine sheep were safer together than the one sheep wandering alone. The work to restore our godly identity is a lifetime work, just like the attack on our identity never ceases. As we walk with the Lord and spend time in his Word and His presence, we begin to see the truth of our present condition. Yet, it's in our Father's nature to redeem and restore. It is His will that we know the truth of who He is, the truth of who we are in Him, and the hope of the life we get to live because we are His. There is hope in your future, says the Lord (Jeremiah 31:17).
re-coronation in the upper room It has been on my heart that the sisters in our community have been through trials, battles, weariness, hopelessness, trauma, fear, anxiety, and more after their coronation experience with God. I am so honored to see our sisterhood faithfully persevering through hard situations and still standing with their crown. Their identity has suffered many attacks; their self-worth, value, and honor have been severely tested. If you have been bruised on the battlefield and need an infilling from the Father, I invite you to lay your pain at His feet while the Father’s love embraces you. Allow His love to lavish your heart with healing and set you free as He re-awakens the absolute truth of your identity as a Royal Daughter. Soak in worship as the Holy Spirit ministers new hope, resurrection life, and power to your heart. Pray the re-coronation prayer as you lay down your crown. After pledging your allegiance to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, place your crown upon your head as you give thanks to the Lord for your re-coronation. I'm praying for an overflowing of His blessing and healing to saturate your heart. With Love, Anoushka Riley
upcoming prayer events 26 hours of prayer & fasting april 2 - 8a to april 3 - 10a (cdt) Join the Sisters of the Crown team as we set aside time to fast and pray for our global sisterhood and reflect on our Precious Suffering Savior and the joyful gift of our salvation and redemption. We love being united with you all in prayer and spirit. global prayer walk april 3 @ 9a - 10a (cdt) Join us as we walk united in prayer for the female body of Christ to realize their true identities. For more information on both events click: HERE.
Re-Coronation Prayer Dear Majestic King, Abba Father, I lay my crown down before your Throne of Glory to worship you alone and to thank you for crowning me with Your Unfailing Love and Mercy on that special Coronation day. On this new significant day of Re-Coronation, I pledge my allegiance to you my Beloved with my whole heart to abide in deep intimacy and to let your Holy Spirit fire ignite my heart again and transform me into your likeness. I pledge my heart to you, King Jesus, so that you can wrap your Healing Love around me. I pledge my thoughts for you to cleanse and to set me free from any mindset that is not aligned with your truth. I pledge my all for you to Renew and Awaken my true identity as your Royal daughter, your beautiful warrior princess, and Brave Beloved queen. I pledge to you my eyes to turn my gaze to your beautiful face and for you to refresh my vision for my destiny. I pledge to you to set my face like flint on you my one and only lover. I pledge my soul to strip off and throw aside all my heavy burdens and to rest in your Faithful Love. I pledge my entire being, spirit, soul, and body to complete oneness with my Heavenly Father, King Jesus, and Holy Spirit. (prayer & thanksgiving) I thank you My Lord with all of my heart and I pray with confidence in your Holy name, Jesus, to receive a double portion of the fresh oil of Joy for my re-coronation, and to let your Holy Spirit of Freedom anoint my new life of Victorious Transformation! Yes and Amen.
Straight Talk with Sissy Reese In July 2020, I became a Nana for the first time to a beautiful baby boy. He has brought me more joy than I ever knew was possible, even during the time my daughter was pregnant. One morning, when I had first found out she was pregnant, I was complaining to the Lord about how unfair it was that I lived in Kansas and my daughter lived in North Carolina. I felt there was a lot I had missed out on as a mom and now I was going to be a Nana and I was going to miss out on that too. As I continued on in complaint, my heart felt so convicted that I repented to the Lord and confessed that my complaining meant I did not trust Him with my heart. From that moment on, something supernatural began to happen. I had total peace about my relationship with my grandson. I knew that the distance would not play a factor…that my grandson would know me and we would have a special and unique bond always. Toward the end of my daughter’s pregnancy there were concerns about my grandson’s weight and the circumference of his stomach, Thankfully, they were resolved before he was born. But unbeknownst to me, this would be the beginning of things that would weigh on my heart. My grandson was born on a Thursday and by Monday he had lost about 2 pounds, which was a great concern. Fortunately, I was there for my daughter and was able to help during that stressful time. His weight started to increase and by the end of my two-week visit both of them were doing well. I went back home to Kansas, grateful for my time. As time has gone on, there have been additional challenges. There was another setback with his weight and at two months he was just 7 lbs 14 oz.; he was literally starving. Once the doctors determined that he needed to be on formula, his weight rapidly increased. With each “little” incident that would take place, my heart would be heavily burdened. I did not know how to release the burden to the Lord. It was not just a matter of my own heart, now my daughter's heart was of concern. She does not have a relationship with the Lord like I do. All she knows is that he is her baby and she would not want to live if something happened to him. As her mom, I am doing my best to continue to pray through each little challenge and to have greater trust in the Lord. During Christmas, I was able to spend some time with my grandson. I had been praying and asking the Lord if moving back to North Carolina was something He would allow me to do. I want to be there with my daughter to help out, not just emotionally as I have been. It is hard to be so far away when issues arise, plus I want more of an active role in my grandson’s life. I did not want to make the decision on my own. I needed to have the blessing of the Lord. Recently, I was reading a devotion on Lessons from Suffering by Elisabeth Elliott. There was this apocryphal story that was told where Jesus was walking on a rocky road and asked each of his friends to carry a stone for Him. Peter chose a small one and John chose a big one. They climbed a steep mountain and when they got to the top, they were famished so Jesus commanded the stones to become bread. Peter was still hungry because his bread was small so John shared some of his. They then set out again and Jesus asked each to carry a stone for him. This time, Peter chose the largest. After a long walk, Jesus asked them to throw their stones in the water. They looked at Jesus bewildered. Jesus said, for whom did you carry the stone? I knew when I finished reading that I was not to move back to North Carolina. The one thing that the Lord has been speaking so loudly to me lately is that my life is not my own. The life I have chosen to live is not about my personal outcomes or fulfillment. It is about living my life unto the Lord. I do not want to stand before the Lord one day and find out that I chose my own way and if I had chosen the way of the Lord, I could have had it all. I do have a bit of an ache in my heart, I am not going to lie. I wanted a different outcome, but I made a choice to follow the Lord and live a surrendered life. I sat down with Ingrid recently and we had a candid conversation about surrender and suffering. Listen HERE.
Congrats to Queen Victoria on the birth of her new grandson Juan Daniel
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Uncork the Bottle! by "Queen" Victoria Sandage Not too long ago, a few of us went on an outing to implement prayer declarations for our sisterhood . We call these “adventures” because we are never given the full details of The Father’s plan until we begin walking out the information we are given. That makes it kind of mysterious and fun! This day would be no different. Heading to the small Midwest town, which we knew was our starting point, I couldn’t help but notice an old rusty well on the edge of a field we passed. Immediately, in my spirit, I knew we needed to stop there on our way home to “ do something.” I just hadn’t a clue yet what that might be. We made it to our initial destination, which happened to be a small little antique shop, and found ourselves sitting in the car waiting for what the Father might lead us to do and pray. The instructions were clear. We would enter the shop and each purchase something. After meandering inside for a bit, we returned to the car excited and eager to share our “treasures” with one another. One found old tarnished silver spoons, which led to prayers and declarations about each of us being born with a silver spoon in our mouth, our rich spiritual inheritance. Another, an old postcard with a Spanish queen, looking beautiful and noble, a clear reminder of our destiny as modern day Esthers, “for such a time as this.” My purchase was an old metal wine corker with decorative grapes along the top, which obviously had to do with uncorking a wine bottle (releasing the wine...Holy Spirit). After a few more spots where the Lord led us to go, we headed home, but not before stopping at the old well. We would use the wine corker in a prophetic act of declaration in “uncorking the well,” the springs of joy and abundance of the Spirit. I was reminded of Issac opening (or unstopping) the ancient wells that the Philistines had stopped up (Gen. 26:18). I also took a water bottle and, after uncorking the well, poured water around the well. The lid on the bottle blew out of my hands. It was really windy. And I couldn’t put it back on because the wind kept blowing it right out of my hands. This reminded me that God opens doors/wells no man can shut and closes doors none can open. (Rev 3:7). What a fun day! We definitely experienced joy in our hearts, overseeing what was on the Father's heart for His daughters and getting to partner with Him. Let’s declare together: I have a rich inheritance (The Silver Spoon). I am a Royalty and have a vital role in The Kingdom (Queen Esther). Joy and freedom have been released. Abundance has been released. What the enemy has done to cork (stop, block, stifle) my freedom, my abundance, my joy, and the fruit of the Spirit, has been reversed and been “Uncorked” and now I can flow freely in my life! Thank you Jesus!
the wishbone by mary summers A friend of mine recently asked me what my favorite color was and I was just about to say "pink" because that’s what I always say, but for some reason I thought, why pink?I think pink is a lovely color and exudes femininity but I really prefer blue, the color of the sky. I realized I had been saying pink was my favorite color for so long because my granddaughter told me purple was her favorite color and pink would be mine. This started the beginning of what I now call my blue season! Shortly after the favorite color incident, I was taking a walk and I came across a stick that was shaped like a wishbone, like from your Thanksgiving turkey. You know the tradition: two people pull on the wishbone and the one with the long end is entitled to a make a wish. I didn’t really think too much of it at the time, so I kept walking. I take the same route every day on my walk and I noticed the stick on several other occasions in the same place. On the third day, I again walked past the stick but felt compelled to go back and pick it up. When I picked up the wishbone-shaped stick I felt an overwhelming presence of the Lord that was so strong it brought me to tears and I instantly knew that He wanted to me to make a wish. I was humbled and overwhelmed that the God of the universe, Creator of all things wanted to know what I wished for. I started walking and talking with the Lord telling him of the things I wished for, such as my son’s salvation, healing in family relationships, etc., but I knew that’s not what He wanted to know. He wanted to know my wish for myself, what did I dream of. I was so awestruck at the sweetness of this encounter, I felt like he was right beside me encouraging me. I continued walking with the Lord telling him my wishes and I knew that he was listening and loving it and shaking His head saying yes, yes, I want that for you too. I know deep down that He knows my wishes and my heart's desires because He knows everything about me. But on that specific day He wanted me to say it out loud, just like saying that blue was my favorite color, not pink. I am so glad I didn’t resist the prompting of the Father saying “pick up that stick” or “is pink really your favorite color,” because I would have missed out on this sweet encounter and my blue season journey. Our God is such a generous and loving God and cares about the big things, the little things, and all of the desires of our heart. Sometimes we get caught up caring for everyone else so much that we forget about ourselves. But He doesn’t! He lovingly comes along and reminds us who we are. We are His daughters and He delights in taking care of us and granting our wishes and our heart's desires. Perhaps He’s just waiting for us to speak up and ask. And maybe, just maybe, He’s simply waiting for us to pick up a stick.
At the Cross by Ingrid Maddock What Jesus did for us at the cross changed everything for our eternity. The pain He endured physically, mentally, and emotionally we cannot comprehend. We will never know this side of Heaven the depths of His suffering. Our Precious Savior was motivated by pure, authentic love for each one of us. His outpouring of love was given as a gift so we could live life on earth in perfect wholeness, without regret, shame, pain, or emotional, mental or physical scars. A priceless gift. A gift that can never be equaled, never be repaid, never be replaced. A free gift that cost us everything. Every part of us. Fully surrendered. Fully engaged. Fully committed. Fully open to His brand of Love. How can we possibly compare anything to that kind of love? We've never experienced anything close to His Love for us in human form. Even our best relationships on earth don't hold a fraction of the weight of His love for us. All women around the global deserve be exposed to His life-changing love. All women should be free from the bondage of slavery to past, trauma, hurt, and pain. The moment we ask Jesus to occupy our heart, we are united in sisterhood. We have a common bond that unifies us and we will all live together with our King for eternity. No matter where you dwell, on what soil you walk, what language you speak, the color of your skin, your economic status, or the genealogy of your family tree - we are ALL Daughters of the Royal King! As we join together in prayer with united hearts during this resurrection season, let's be profoundly undone by our Unifying King, the Author of our true identity, and the Mender of our broken hearts. It's time to forgive. It's time to release the wounds of the past. It's time to release control. It's time to let go of victim mentality. It's time to get real. It's time to get honest. It's time to rise up to be the woman you were created to be. It's time to put fear aside and move! It's time to champion the women in your spheres to do the same! I release a blessing upon all of our sisters around the globe who are joining the Sisters of the Crown team to bring Heaven down to earth. We stand together in our God-given authority petitioning in prayer for unity in the female body of Christ, and for the true identity of women to become solidified in their souls, with strongholds and barriers removed. Let there be revival and freedom for women everywhere! Thank you for joining YOUR powerful voice to move our Father's heart on behalf of our sisters around the globe. We could not do this without you. Your voice is so vital. You are a champion of women. You matter more than you will ever know.
My Dear Royal Daughters . . . Whatever season you are in, whatever your level of maturity, you don’t have to be perfect to allow the light within you to shine and be joyful! Jesus said He didn’t want us to hide our light under a bushel, He wanted us to let it shine. You have been created by God Himself. He didn’t make junk. He created you in His likeness. And Christ in you is the hope of glory! He has re-made you, removed your sin nature and enabled you to shine in a way that brings honor to Him. Don't forget the glory of the Lord is upon you – let that light shine brightly and your joy to radiate from within you for all to see. Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vines; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, Yet I will rejoice in the Lord! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation! The Sovereign Lord is my strength! He makes me as surefooted as a deer. Habakkuk 3:17-19 (NLT) Speaking Joy Over Your Life Today! Blessings, Terri
Suffering seasons are part of life. We cannot avoid suffering. Unexpected illness. Terminal diagnosis. Tragic loss of a family member or close friend. Divorce. Children turning their hearts away from God. Loss of a job. PTSD. Death of a child. Loved one arrested. Abuse. Depression. Termination of a dream. The list is endless. We all suffer! Pushing through the suffering is where we find the answers God has waiting for us on the other side. We are safest on the front lines of the battlefield. Why? Life becomes extremely simple. We stand our ground knowing there is only one way out of the fight and it has everything to do with surrendering it ALL to God. Allow this book to be your companion on your journey through suffering, offering encouragement and hope to stand up and fight. New e-book Suffering Read HERE
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