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Look! A man who sees though blind from day of birth! Look! A man who walks...but was he not just lame? And see a withered hand restored! Both hands are now the same! What has come to pass? How can these marvels be? The lame to walk...the limb restored...the blind man made to see.... Who is this striding purposefully across the breathless land? What is it He is holding in His powerful right hand? It's the Lord Himself! The Son of God! What is He doing here? He does not pause nor hesitate, the path ahead is clear, He does not look to left or right, determined in His ways, Who is He watching closely with such unwavering gaze? Another walks before Him, their measured steps as one, It's the prophet of the Lord who walks before the Son. What is this strange thing taking place, Between the two as they keep pace? Light is streaming from the Son, Passing through the marching one. The prophet gives no backward glance, Nor slow his step, nor change his stance. The people watch....does he not know? If he does, it does not show. Suddenly a heavenly voice is heard, And every heart on earth is stirred. "Power goes forth!" the voice is saying, "Prospering the people who are praying!" Still the prophet walks on his way, Did he not hear what the voice did say? The voice speaks again�o'er hill and field, "And power goes forth and My people are healed!" The people are watching with fascination.... Waiting to see the implication Of this strange, bewildering, startling sight, Of the silent prophet, the Lord and His light. The Lord speaks, "Why do you question that which you see? Did I not tell you how it would be... That one would clear the path for Me? The people run to read the Book, Diligently seeking...at last they look! "Ah here it is!" their voices chime, "But does it mean it's really time? We thought Your coming far away... We are not ready for this day!" The Lord shakes His head and gives a sigh, "You heeded not the time was nigh. You chose to ignore the words foretold, To cling to delusions and the wealth you hold. "You are not ready because you do not care, Thinking My Coming far off somewhere... Yet one more time I shall speak to you, For My mercy is great and My love is true. "I send My messenger before this Day, And when I arrive, what then will you say? Will you claim once more that you did not know, Even tho' by great works I clearly did show... That My Power is awesome, beyond man's scope, But its purpose is gentle, it's to fill man with hope. "I work great works despite your hard heart, Not to dazzle your mind or to set you apart, But because God's great love must strive to the end, Seeking all who will listen the He may bind up and mend. "I speak to you clearly, so question no more, Who the silent prophet is who walks just before. For long ages past, have I set him aside, For this very day when no man can hide. For many long days has he been prepared, And now, like the Son, he shall not be spared. For oh how the world hates to hear... They have mocked My prophets and turned a deaf ear. They shall hate My prophet as their hearts fill with fear, For solemnly, he proclaims that My coming is near." * * * * * * * Lord, speak to us of gentle things, Of summer nights and birds on wing. Of gentle rains and murmuring brooks, Of Lovely violets in shady nooks,� Of golden fields where lilies grow, Of quiet nights where fireflies glow, Of silent stars and luminous moon, Of chirping crickets sending forth their tune. Speak to us, Lord of the gentle breeze, Whispering thru the rustling trees. Speak to us, Lord, of heaven's peace, Where endless joys will never cease, Where no tear ever clouds the eye, And no hurt ever makes one cry, Where all is gentle and there is no pain, Where love and tenderness only reign, Where the heart will never know unrest, Where each rejoices when his neighbor is blest. Where no discordant sound is heard, And fear no longer is a word. Oh blessed Eden, open they door! Reveal to us thy tranquil store. Reveal to us thy heavenly scene, Where all within lies so serene. Prepare us now to see the end, And calmly walk around the bend, Holding out our hands to others, To help our more uncertain brothers. Oh, do not let them slip away! Lest they miss the glorious Day. For there is no joy quite so great, Than to help another thru Eden's Gate. * * * * * * * The Lord was standing at the top of a stairway weeping over a banner He was holding in His hands. Across the banner were written the words, "Son of God, a Man rejected and despised of men." A prophet appeared on the step directly below the Lord. The Lord reached down and handed him the banner. The prophet took it and wept over it just as the Lord had done. Another prophet appeared on the step below. He was handed the banner and he, too, wept over it. There were twelve steps in all, the very bottom one resting on the earth. The process continued until all the prophets had taken the banner and wept over it. The words were scarcely recognizable from the sad tears which had fallen on it. The last prophet took the banner, weeping over it, and walked a short distance until he came to another stairway. The Lord was standing at the top and beckoned the prophet to come join Him. He wearily climbed the stairs and joined the Lord. The other prophets went down the stairway and wearily followed suit until all were gathered around the Lord. They stood waiting and watching the people below. The people were going about their every day tasks unaware of the Lord and His prophets watching. One person looked at the stairway where the prophets had been standing and noted they were gone. He called to the others and they came running, confusion in every face. "The Lord has deserted us!" they cried. They beat their chests and rent their garments and cried out to the Lord. The Lord looked down at the people and His heart was filled with pity and mercy. He started slowly down the stairway with His prophets following. The people looked up and ran toward Him, falling at His feet to worship Him, gratitude swelling their hearts. The Lord was filled with compassion and said, "No more shall you remember your transgressions, for I shall remove them as though they had never been." The people were filled with awe. Suddenly, their transgressions were blotted out and they remembered them no more. The Lord said, "My people shall see My awesome power, And they shall tremble at the� Appointed Hour. If they had no warning, no pattern to see, They would faint from fear and turn from Me. But they shall read My Words and turn from their ways, And suddenly they shall know how short are their days. "For long ages now their faith has grown dim, Each living according to his own whim, Coddled and comforted by Satan's smooth lie, That I would not judge them, so they need not try. That they need not tremble when I appear, That they need not look with eyes of fear. "'Tis Satan's great weapon causing apathy, Deluding the world so it cannot see That My power is awesome and I cannot abide The complacent and arrogant Tower of Pride. He has whispered the deception that I do not mind, And the world has listened to him, thinking him kind. So eager to hear that which puffs up the heart, Adding anew to which Babel did start. "Now the Tower of Babel has grown so high, Towering and teetering high in the sky. They have not seen it was built on sand, On Satan's own ground so it cannot stand. Even now as they watch, see it totter and sway, For how sturdy is a monument made of clay? See how it crumbles from its very own weight! It has caused its own downfall, caused its own fate. For they took no heed to check the foundation. Instead, they looked up, cried, 'What a high station! It towers so high, we'll be taller than all...' Never checking to know such a structure must fall, Never checking to see if the structure is sound, So think of their terror when it comes crashing down! "Then who will save them as their structure crumbles? Who will save them as the earth below rumbles? At what will they clutch...the grains of sand As it runs thru their fingers of a frantic hand? Where is the substance of their castles in the air, As they watch now in horror with their empty vacant stare? Where are their dreams, their dreams of vanity, Their puffed up dreams that they call reality? "It's then that they'll stop and ponder in their dread... 'What was it that we heard? What was it that we read? That the Lord had sent a warning, ...did we really not care? Did we really turn deaf ear and pretend it was not there?' The Lord answered, "Now shall the words that I spoke to you, Stand forth in their strength, solid and true.. For no word I have spoken was spoken in vain, Once leaving My lips, it must return again. Be not ashamed of your fear and your trembling, It will be the last sign of My people assembling.. For all of creation waits hushed and stilled..... For this, the Great Plan which the Father has willed." * * * * * * * The Lord said,� "Listen to Me, My children, and come to Me in haste, The hour has come upon us, there is no time to waste! I call the Bearer of the Torch, I wish to speak to him, See how dark the night, how swift the light grows dim! Hold the Torch on high and let its light to shine, Let My people come, I call those who are Mine." An army quickly gathered, but they seemed in disarray, As tho' they were uncertain, unsure they knew the way. But then they saw the Torch on high and hastened toward its light.... And every heart was filled with joy, no more to stumble through the night. * * * * * * * What is this thing I see...a new Governor in the land... With Justice flowing from His sword and Righteousness from His hand? What is this that I see...no locksmith shops in sight? No one checking anxiously to see his door locked tight? Doors opening wide in welcome...no matter day or night, Neighbors sharing joyously in one another's delight? No malice, fear or jealousy is seen on any face... Contentment dwelling in each heart...where is this wondrous place? Can it be the earth I see without a single trace Of greed or lust or envy, regardless of one's race? Can it be that each man sits beneath his own shade tree, Pausing from his fruitful work, resting quietly? Can it be man knows at last the Lord has set him free.... Patiently preparing him for eternity? How did this heavenly peace come to those who dwell on earth? What happened to the day when men sneered at his neighbor's worth? Ah, now I see the cause! I see a Glorious Throne! I see the radiant Lord caring for His own! He guards His people jealously...His eyes close not in sleep, As the ever-watchful Shepherd stands guard o'er His own sheep!� Oh man, can you not see this day, The Lord's own rule holding sway? Oh put aside your malice!� Cleanse your hearts made callous! Come drink from the Lord's own chalice And worship the King in His palace! And the Lord says, "Come sit and dine Come drink the wine Peace shall be thine I call you Mine * * * * * * * How strange the fading summer...as tho' eager to be on her way... And fall seems over anxious to prematurely start his day. The winds are stirring restlessly, in response to coming change. And the earth below is listening...to a power awful and strange. My heart is stirred within, stirred by the terrible power. Creation seems coiled and tense, awaiting some dreadful hour. Winter lurks silent and cold, as tho' holding its frigid breath, While fall seems confused and wary, sensing approaching death. Confusion has filled the seasons. They feel apprehensive and rushed... An unknown thing is happening....suddenly all is hushed. Silence covers the earth...she feels so old and weary. Stillness fills the air...the effect is awesome and eerie. A little seed slowly falls...falls to the frozen ground, Tiny and lonely and helpless, it falls without a sound. Then just beneath the seed, the earth stirs ever so slightly And Creation turns to look, wide-eyed and staring brightly... What is happening as Creation watches...what is Creation seeing? Suddenly the dawn of understanding fills Its inner being. A rumbling, groaning within the earth...as tho' awakening from a long, long sleep, New life is bestirring within itself, emerging from Sources deep. The Seasons look in wonder...at last they understand... Why for countless ages past, they had obeyed the Creator's command. The command that Fall follow Summer. with Winter waiting on hand, For Spring to arrive once more, completing the ongoing band. They obeyed, never questioning why...'til this day of strange confusion, When their order was interrupted with chaos reigning in wild profusion. They saw that they had obeyed - as an example of what was to be, 'Til the bonds of Death would be broken and all of creation set free. Always the cruel winds of Winter were followed by new life of Spring, With the promise given to all...of a hope that new life would bring. Now with their tasks completed, the need for example no more... The Seasons step briskly aside, while the Lord seals Mortality's door. While the earth lies dormant and waiting, awaiting the final curtain, My heart rests calm in the knowledge of the Lord's Day, soon and certain. But I shall not see the trees come forth after this winter's rest, Nor hear the robin's call as she starts anew her nest. I shall not see the lilacs bloom nor smell the fragrant air, Nor look upon the meadow or distant hill so fair, For I shall note them from afar, knowing they come not again, For Time has fulfilled her purpose. Eternity now shall reign. * * * * * * * The Lord says, "Your tasks are over, children, the earth no more to roam. Heaven's door is open, open to welcome you home." "When we enter in, oh Lord, will You say to us, 'Well done!' Will You smile with pleasure, Lord, and say the battle is won? Will you say we've been faithful to You? Will You say we've been obedient and true? "We're ready, Lord, we're ready to look upon Your face! We're ready, Lord, we're ready to enter the Wondrous Place! "We hear an amazing choir, Lord! We hear the glorious sound! We come, oh Lord, we come! No yearning to turn around. "We run, oh Lord, we run! Our hearts are racing fast... Oh Lord, we see Your face now...we've truly come home at last!" * * * * * * * Before the Joyous Day comes, the final battle will be waged. The enemy knows his time is short, he's angered and greatly enraged. He gathers his army of Darkness, determined he will win. With his weapons of great destruction...let the battle begin! Temptation, Delusion and Death - all are at his command, "We must destroy the Word of the Lord, no longer to be heard throughout the land! Whosoever stands in our way," He says,� "We'll destroy with our weapon of Death, Til all are gone from the earth, gasping with their last breath." The Lord's army is also equipped with Faith and Truth and The Word, Then given their instructions - to stand firm and not be lured. "Victory shall be yours," He says, "Hold fast to that which is yours, Let nothing overcome you, be it famine or death or wars. The Destroyer surrounded God's people, seeking to do them great harm, Tormenting and smug in the outcome when he turned with look of alarm. He was facing the living Lord, his army was gone from sight. Consumed with a growing hatred, he lunged with all his might. The Lord opened His mouth and spoke...the Destroyer was cast away, Tormented forever in the nether darkness, never to see the light of day. Never again to tempt or delude, tho' his Death for a time remained, 'Til the Lord Himself would rule once more, Paradise lost now regained. * * * * * * * Within the Golden Sphere, much activity was taking place, Hosts rushing to and fro, excitement on every face. A feast was being prepared with deliberate, elaborate care, Every detail attended for those who soon will feast there. The Lord appeared in their midst, said, "Soon I shall come with My Bride. Be sure that all is in readiness for She shall stand forever by My side." * * * * * * * The Lord said, "Do you understand all things created have a life of their very own? When Time was created it was one small seed among others that had been sown. Since all things mortal must eventually die , Time, as well, will breath its last sigh.� Time will end and soon that shall be, For Time exists not in eternity. Immortality waits at heaven's door, When all things mortal shall be no more." * * * * * * * Laborers were working in a field when suddenly the Lord did appear, Startled, the workmen looked up, exclaimed "What are You doing here?" The Lord replied, "Were you not told that My Coming was drawing near? Did My people not warn you of this day...did they not make it clear?" He turned to His people and admonished them, "Their judgment will rest on your head... Did you not take My words to heart but turned away instead? If you had warned them that I was coming, and they cared not what you said, Then judgment will rest on them, for you followed as you were led." * * * * * * * Gabriel opened the pathway preparing the way for the Lord, Creation stood breathless and waiting, all in one accord. The Lord was standing at a distance before a heavenly door, His radiant Bride was filled with a love unlike any she had known before. The ages of longing swelled His heart, so long had He waited for His Bride! Creation looked on as the dawn of revelation revealed this Day that was set aside. Creation then burst into song, every voice joining in to sing,� "Joy to the world! The Lord has come! Let earth receive her King!" Every earthly crown was cast away. as the heavenly voices proclaim, "One glorious crown on the Head of the Lord, no other King to reign! And all of creation fell down to worship the one and only Lord, As it was in the beginning, the Father's plan fulfilled and now restored! |
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