“Stay the course

Ride out the storm

Stay focused, determined, heart throbbing

To finish completely the task before you

For you see, it is the time of the Bride

It is time to bring forth My Bride in white

But she is tarnished, tainted by this world

And her eyes are not on Me

They are on the world

And all that the world offers

Stay the course

The commitment is real, long term,

Meant to last

It is a Covenant not taken likely

And one which binds your souls together

Think not for a minute that this trial

Is to separate, when in fact,

It is to join as in an unbreakable bond

But the Truth is, will she come?

Will My Bride come?

I woo her

I bring blessings

I protect

I soothe her brow

I take on her punishment

I wait and I wait and I wait . . . for her

Just to look My way

For I believe that if she would look

For one steady glance that she would know Me

She would know My Love, My great desire for her

We struggle

We fight for what is ours

We labor to hold onto what was promised to us

We gather all the wisdom we can hold

Just to bring a resolution to the problem

But it persists

And it thrives as if it is an entity all its own

But don’t you see, Son

That this trial prepares you for your future?

It prepares you to serve unhindered, eyes wide open,

Heart aflame, mind surrendered

To do My Perfect Will

I am not a hard task Master

But I do demand obedience

I demand purity, holiness, the release of all idols

All that stands in the way of our union

You have surrendered your wife to Me

You have presented your case

You have begged for hope, for a cure,

For a pure, loving union 

But I tell you this day

All that you have done

All that you have prayed

All that you have hoped for

To continue your union with your wife

Is My Will, too

We struggle

We fight for what is ours

We labor together

And I will teach you

I will harbor you close to Me

I will remove all outside noises, all clatter,

All wisdom and knowledge of man

And I will teach you to sup at My Feet

As a disciple who learns from the Master

You have time now to bring it all in

To gather yourself at My altar

And present to Me

The past, the present, the future

Your hopes, dreams, determinations

And we will talk of what is to be

Do not format a plan

Do not delve into this trial with ideas

Do not bring to our Table a map of your course

For you see

I want to teach you 

How to simply wait on Me

To listen

To abide

To obey

And to move forward in Power not your own

Worship will hold a brand new place in your heart

In these days

I will bring you alongside Me

As you focus your attention, your heart My Way

These are the days where I am training My Army

Of worshippers to bring forth Praise

In the midst of wanton defeat and grief

There was once a famed prince

Who gave all his offerings

To help the poor
Many called him foolish
Others spoke of him as unlearned
For to give to the poor
Only promotes more beggars
More people who refuse to work
More people who feel entitled
And yet the prince knew
That many were poor
For reasons outside their control

He continued to give to the poor

Until his dying day

At his funeral 

The progression of the poor

Wrapped around the city blocks

There was great weeping

And the people believed that they

Would now perish with no one to help them

The banners were put away

The street signs announcing the funeral discarded

The roadways cleared of all debris

From the crowd

The Rich rested in their warm, cozy homes

The poor huddled beneath the blankets

The prince had given them

And there arose a song in the middle of the night

All across the city

Which spoke of the prince

And his love for the people,

His generosity

The people sang the song over and over

Into the wee hours of the morning

Rest finally came
to these songsters of the night

Rest and peace

For there arose amongst the rich,

The ordinary, the almost poor

A new heart

A brand new view of the poor

And from almost every household

And store owner

Goods, food, supplies were collected

And distributed that very day

The poor were welcomed and esteemed

They were offered jobs and friendship

They were treated with dignity and respect

They were even loved

What changed the city?

Was it the death of the prince?

Was it his example of helping the poor?

What would change a whole city of people
in one night?

It was the song of the poor

Poured out over and over and over

Over one long night of grief

It was the song that changed 

The people's hearts

And perhaps, now

You will understand how true worship

Offered from hearts of love and gratefulness

Sung throughout the "night"

Will bring the change of heart

God has longed for

You can preach your sermons

You can have your Bible studies

You can gather and collect money

But what really needs to happen

Is a change of heart

The children will come forward
and they will worship in these end times

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Everything will begin to crumble

As the earthquakes sweep through the land

But what will arise

Is a song from those who truly know

From whom all blessings flow

And this song sung

Will bring the Revival

Fit for a King

In time

You cannot truly prepare

For what is coming

Unless you learn the song

Ask God to teach you the song

Sung by the heart that pleases Him

And will bring the masses

To know Him

To love Him

To be found in Him

Psalm 42

I am calling you to worship in a new way

I am calling you to bring forth this song

The song of the people for the King (prince)

But also to listen closely 

To hear My song over My Bride

These are the days where I will turn the hearts

Of the children to the Truth

And My leaders, My people

Must walk in Truth, Holiness, Obedience and Love

You will know My pleasure over you 

As you worship

Do not hesitate to enter with your entire heart

For you see, what you leave behind will bear the marks

And scars of this world

Enter in, Son

I am inviting you to come

Where few have trod

I have made a place for you

I am bringing you to a place in Me

Reserved for those who have given up everything

To love Me

Come, I will be here for you

And each day I will speak to you

How to pray for your bride

How to bring her to My altar

How to decree My cleansing Blood over and through her

How to break the bonds that hold her hostage

And set her free to know My Love

We are in a war for the souls of men

And only those whose garments have been washed
with the blood of sacrifice
are worthy to win the battle

Put down your earthly weapons

Your dreams and hopes

Come to My Throne as a young boy

And learn from Me

I will teach you night and day

All that I hold dear

So that you may be a caller of children

A leader in the Way

A warrior who conquers the enemy through worship

A deliverer of the weak and needy

A soldier steadfast on the battle field

A faithful friend of the King

A true Christian for these times”

FATHER GOD


This prophetic word was offered to the young man in this story, because he repented of his sins, separated from his wife to seek God and pursue Holiness; however, he refused to read the word so the offer, the Pure Offer is revoked, silent, made null by his cowardice.

You must know that you can pursue God, you can repent of your sins, you can do so many rites of passage, but people, when you stop, that is where you remain.  You cannot reach the Calling which God has for you if you remain cowardly even if you have repented of all your sins.  The cowardly will truly never sup with the King nor be invited to the Feast, His Heavenly Kingdom.