wonderful from frances The Church of Syria and Turkey How can I stop talking about you? Says the Lord, my eyes rest on you every day, how much I love you, how beautiful you are to me, how lovely your armor glistens in the sun, embattled yet tender to my eyes, I called you as my own so long ago, and I have watched you pass through the ages from ancient of times, until now, and my eyes see you as Isaac saw Rebekah, In evening tide I stand, I gaze at your procession, I see the stir, I see your eyes, I hear your sound, and your song; the stringed instruments fill the air with your fragrance, and perfumes, the little cymbals and clasps jingle upon your feet and hands. I see the dance of your maidens, all around you. Though wounded in the house of your friends, as I was also, yet you have born your cross with ever increasing patience, fulfilling your ministry with ever increasing valor, says the Lord. These friends of mine stand with me, they stand at the waters edge .. How beautiful are the feet upon the mountains are those who bear good news. My love, my fair one, I long for you, come away with me. Yet, my darling, there are those who lie in the streets, who have been surrounded and nipped at by the dogs, they and theirs have been scattered, and you must go and find them, is it not written? "Let not my darling be left to the dogs." They are of mine. For they are my great assembly that shall pass through all nations in the last day, with me. They are those who shall accompany me when I shall fight them who fight against me through the words of my mouth. Know that we are one in spirit, (as you are increasingly renewed in the spirit of your mind each day), but, before that day, we shall join together, (he that has ears let him hear) then know you will be flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone, and in that day we shall be one in our appearing. While my eye is upon every sparrow, and every breathing soul hidden in the clefts of the rock, know I will direct you there to find them, to gather them, to bring them to me, says the Lord of the Host of heaven. I am releasing one more mighty rushing wind, one more fire baptism, right up on the heels of of he feast of tabernacles, even now it comes, a breath, a wind, a mighty wind, and it shall blow upon all nations of the earth, and the people will be awed in the shock of it, says the Lord, and where my bride is she shall interpret the sound of it, the meaning of it all. While many shall walk away saying it was only thunder, those that have ears to hear, and eyes to see will know they have no where else to go, the kingdom of God is come, they shall lead among their brethren testifying of what they have seen, from their trek upon the mountain of God, to the valley that lies below. Edited by dee Barnes..
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 22:22:58 +0000
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