Great Awakening

A Barren Wasteland

“Israel, Oh Israel, like a barren wasteland shall you remain, for the move of My Spirit have you sought to constrain. And so, where the headwaters of living water should flow, does there exist only an empty basin, for surely did you cap off that fountainhead long ago. Thus shall the thirst of your people continue to remain unquenched for from polluted pools…”

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Contend Now Over What Is To Come!

“So then contend, dear ones, contend! For though that Great Awakening shall surely manifest as promised, that doesn’t mean its unfolding shall not be met with demonically driven resistance. As such, must you contend now so that the spread of its flame is not quenched before the borders I have set for its spread are reached. Therefore, do not labor under…”

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This Emerald Aisle

Shall I pass by this emerald aisle? Though your hillsides boast a vibrant green, your spiritual soil has been hardened by the spirit of religion, and so in stubbornness, you have stood against the move of My Spirit, which is why so much of your ground remains untouched by the love of Christ. Oh, Ireland, how I have yearned…

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Jezreel

Oh, hear Me Jezreel, and all you who occupy these fertile plains. A firebrand shall rise from among you, who, with a flaming tongue, shall release a blaze of truth that shall consume your valley floor. Then even among you, Jezreel, shall the fires of revival burn. For though you have spurned My Son, I have loved you just the same, and so shall not remove…

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It’s Harvest Time!

It’s harvest time! It’s harvest time! It’s harvest time! So rise up you servants of the Lord, take up your mats, and slumber no more. For while you slept the Master made ready the threshing floor and sharpened His scythe, as surely in this season the soil shall produce a great harvest. Awaken, oh sleeper, climb out of your bed…

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Land Of The Rising Sun

How long shall you live in the shadows? How long shall your fields glean a sparse harvest? And how long shall My Name be forgotten amongst your people, Oh Land of the Rising Sun? Shall I leave your storehouses virtually empty, knowing lack from blighted vineyards? Or shall you, too, Oh day breaker, be shown My hand of mercy…

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Tribal Drums

The tribal drums have begun beating in rhythm with an ancient sound: that same pulse which was heard long ago. For upon the lands of this nation dwell a native people, those who preceded the Pilgrims and Pioneers. However these indigenous tribes worshipped pagan gods, for the Good News had yet to reach most…

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