For even now says the Lord the faultlines of revival are beginning to shake and the dry bones of my promises are beginning to awake. The four winds have been released, theres a thunder in the Mulberry tree and Joels army is coming to their feet. For I have painted the sky blood red and Im about to do everything that Ive said: Set the captives free open every prison door for this Gospel will be preached to the poor you will heal the sick and raise the dead. Blood and fire in the sky perplexity of nations multitudes and multitudes asking why; the day of the Lord drawing nigh in the Valley of Decision many faces in derision. But my face will be seen in the fire and the smoke from the south to the north the East and the West a series of events about to explode. In Manhattan they will stand and look up a baptism of fire and theyll drink from My cup. In California the mountains will skip and the thunder will roll from pauper to President all will know; that I am the Lord their only deliverer from on high and that the terrible day of the Lord is drawing nigh. Ruth will find Boaz in the threshing floor John will look up and see an open door, Peter will finally feed my sheep and the church will see Me in the least of these...
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 16:33:43 +0000
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