Lord, 

I love the way You speak to me,

so tenderly,  so sweetly,

through the sure word of prophecy  -

You encourage and edify

and you sometimes make me cry....

You speak by faith

to a me i can't wait 

to meet, someday...

I love Your Voice!

You never condemn. 

You're never harsh or mean.

Whenever You speak

it's like I'm in a waking dream.

You are my Source,

You re my North Star.

You set my course, 

that will take me far,

so far away...

To where sin and sorrow and shame

do not exist

because Jesus, You came.....

"Blaze Of Glory"

 

I heard the Lord speak these words  -

My Bride

 will rise

in a BLAZE OF GLORY 

She'll perform miracles 

greater than any I've done.

She will shine as brightly as the Son.

She'll walk in the realm of the miraculous daily

and manifest My Presence to all she meets.

She'll be hated of all men for My name's sake. 

She'll reveal quite clearly 

who is real and who is fake.

The Fire of My Presence 

will consume her entire heart.

She'll rise on the flame of My love for her

to My bosom  where we'll never be apart:

For she is Mine and I AM hers  -

Her love for Me stays true no matter what occurs.

Yet even as My fire brings her higher, 

the fire of Hell brings the world lower:

For all are set ablaze 

in these last days.

To My Bride I will prove

that I AM Faithful,  Just and True.

All I've promised I will adhere to:

Till every word is fulfilled -

Then all souls will stand before Me,   still,

beholding My Bride and I

before I cast them all aside

where there'll be weeping and gnashing of teeth 

as they cry out to Me for relief.

Forever before My Throne

their torment will be known.

We'll ever hear their cries,

the cries of the damned,

who chose to be foolish 

                                       and not wise

 I noticed while walkin' by the "Peace" wall today  -

many of the murals are full of hate.

I've noticed too hearts round here have grown quite bitter.

When it comes to genuine forgiveness, 

well, they're a bunch of quitters.

I realize now what they need

(i hope these words pierce their hearts like seeds)

is something they can't do for themselves- they really can't  -

For what each one needs is a heart transplant!

They need Jesus   - the Great Physician,

to do heart surgery-  and give them what they're missin'.

They need to exchange their hearts full of bitterness and hate

with a heart full of love  - something only God can create  -

A soft heart, not hard, near to God, not far,

can only come when the Gospel is shared

and people find out how much God really cares.

When people receive the Love shed at Calvary 

and when they respond with humility 

and confess their own sins, not anothers, 

then they'll receive those on the other side of the Wall

like long lost sisters and brothers.

Religion divides us  - Religion is ok with that,

but the Holy Spirit unites us

and brings us to where we should be at  -

Living together as one Body,

not "us" vs. "them"

where pride and hate are prixed commodities. 

 Once there were two churches 

sitting side by side. 

One was very humble, 

the other was full of pride.

The prideful church 

had lots of people inside. 

Meanwhile,  the humble church 

had just a few coming to abide. 

One day, there came a man

lonely as he could be. 

He was homeless,  he was dirty,

and he was so, so hungry. 

He saw the prideful church, 

with many well-dressed people there

and asked them for a meal

and "do you have a few pounds to spare"?

But all he got in return was "get real"!

And their haughty, hateful stares.

Sp he went across the street

to the wee church of but a few.

They quickly noticed him

and asked "can we help you"?

"Yes" he replied,  somewhat desperately 

"I'm homeless,  without food, shelter or money".

"Oh, you poor man! Come in, here's a meal.

Sleep here at our church 

till your soul begins to heal.

Everything we have is yours. For free."

"Thank you" Jesus replied 

"for taking care of Me."

 O love,  O love, reign supreme over me!

 I'll love no other, Lord, more than Thee!

O love, O love -  my heart you're conquering   -

Wherever you lead  - I'm willing. 

Neither wife, nor children, 

nor mother, or father,

will I love more than You.

Neither possessions or things

or sister or brother

will I give my affection to.

and this Truth above all

I will hold most dear  -

for this truth in my heart

has no peer  -

I love not my own life

but give it in sacrifice, 

I will follow You, Lord,

wherever You lead,

For no one else but You my Christ 

allowed himself to bleed        for me

So love, reign over me,

no other will I hold

in higher esteem.

My life     is too small a price

to give to you in sacrifice   -

compared with what You've given me.

O Lord, reign over me.

I forsake all I have,

I abandon all I am

That I might be

Your disciple and not man's.