THE SONG OF THE REDEEMED
BELOVED OF GOD
It is with great expectancy I write to you the following words. I know there are those of you out there who search this website. Countries and people in great bondage and who do not have the freedom to speak, let alone sing freely. I call you the hidden church, the underground church, so hungry and thirsty for words of encouragement, perhaps wondering if you are completely alone and does the rest of the believing world know of your persecution and trial. I know of your plight as I too identify with your battle.
May I take the time to first tell of my intense battle with the powers of darkness in the last months. As is often said, "All hell broke loose!"
The enemy encamped about me, an intense darkness where I could not see His face, where a deep spiritual depression settled over my soul. Prolonged weeping, I doubted my sanity, could find no comfort in any of the things of God offered to me. Oh I knew all the pat answers as part of overcoming and the scriptures with so many beautiful promises. They had been my shield for so long.
Words of accusation, condemnation, judgment and ridicule were my constant companions. Hopelessness and despair assaulted me constantly. What more can I say, but He took all my props,and left me like Jacob at Peniel, where I could only cling hoping He would rescue me. Reminds me of those words written by a man who obviously knew. I cannot take credit for these words.
Nothing in my hands I bring,
Simply to Thy Cross I cling.
I do so remember a time a little way back, during one of those dark times, in the early hours when He came to me and gave me these words.
There was no effort to put together this precious poem. I truly believe it was given divinely by the Spirit of His Holiness, Who lives within my heart.
THE CROSS OF HOPE
The mighty Cross stood upon a hill,
Its voice reached up to the sky.
Beneath in the valley of the shadow of death
I knelt, with no more tears to cry.
I looked up at the One they'd hung there,
As His tears rained on my face.
The Voice of the cross soothed my heart,
My wounds were healed with Grace.
He gave His life that I might live,
And I wait for heavens' reign,
To walk the golden streets of glory,
On my robe, no earthly stain.
Beneath that Cross,
where He cried out,
He bids me there to lay.
It points me to eternity,
when I feel I've lost my way.
Oh! blessed Cross, Your Voice of Love,
Soothes my soul, my life is blessed.
No more my heart to wander,
His heart, my place of Rest.
So far back, Jacob had an encounter with the Angel of God who I believe to be the PreIncarnate Christ. He would not let go until the Lord blessed Him. But God did not bless him with the worlds' idea of what blessing is. HE GAVE HIM A NEW NAME, He called him Israel. It says he was there for a night. Night is dark and we can be in spiritual darkness, for however long it takes. Perhaps the dark night of the soul is a fitting description. I do not consider this time to be one of failing God, backsliding or sinning as some are so fond of referring. From my experience that could be days, maybe months or for some many years. When Jacob left this encounter with the Presence, he was a changed man, and in due time he became the father of many nations.
Gen. 32:21- 32
You know people, so much western teaching telling us we can have the good life, claim your identity, destiny, prosperity. I cannot come to terms with this. The word of God does says He will supply all my needs according to His riches in glory. Can I make a point, it refers to, in glory.
THE SONG OF THE REDEEMED
Rev.14:1-6, Rev. 15:1- 5, Ex. 15:1- 18, 2 Chron. 5:13-14
MY SHEEP HEAR MY VOICE SAYS THE LORD,
THERE IS A NEW DAY COMING, MY DAY, THE DAY OF THE LORD. BUT BEFORE THAT GREAT AND TERRIBLE DAY COMES, I WILL PLACE A NEW SONG IN YOUR MIDST. PLACED IN YOUR SPIRIT BY MY SPIRIT.
THE SONG OF VICTORY. RIGHT NOW THAT SONG IS BEING SUNG BY THOSE WHO HAVE GONE BEFORE YOU. THIS SONG OF REDEMPTION IS A SOUND FAR OFF, A LOW MURMUR IN THE HEAVENLIES. SOON YOU WILL HEAR IT AND YOU WILL SING IT LOUD AND YOU WILL SING IT STRONG.
I WILL CAUSE YOU WHO HAVE OVERCOME BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB AND THE WORD OF YOUR TESTIMONY, YOU WHO ARE BATTLE WORN AND SCARRED, TO STAND STRONG AND VICTORIOUS AS MY TRUE ARMY, MY TRUE CHURCH.
MY CHURCH IS TO SING THIS NEW SONG, THE SONG OF THE REDEEMED. THOSE WHO ENDURE, WHO ALLOW NOTHING TO TO STOP THEM FOLLOWING THE LAMB. THOSE WHOSE GARMENTS, THEY HAVE NOT ALLOWED TO BECOME DEFILED, WHO COME TO LORD IN CONTINUAL REPENTANCE FOR HIS CLEANSING FIRE, WHO ARE MARKED BY THE HOLY SPIRIT, SEALED BY HIS NAME ON THEIR FOREHEAD, THEIR MINDS BELONGING TO HIM.
THIS SOUND CANNOT BE BOUGHT, SOLD, COPIED OR REPRODUCED. IT IS SEALED IN THE HEART BY THE FIRE OF GOD.
THE PROMISE OF THE FATHER,
GLORY WILL FLOW LIKE A RIVER FROM THE THRESHOLD OF THE TEMPLE, FROM THE THRONE ROOM OF HIS MAJESTY. THE EARTH, ALL CREATION WILL HUSH AS THE SOUND OF WAVES OF FLOWING GLORY. THEY SHALL BOW DOWN TOGETHER AS THE SAINTS BECOME A WAVE OFFERING. THE EARTH, SUN, MOON AND STARS, ALL THE UNIVERSE WILL JOIN THE HEAVENLY CHOIR AND TIME SHALL CEASE.
THE DAY OF THE LORD
I CALL TO MY CHURCH, MY PEOPLE AS ONE BODY AND I WILL REVEAL MY GLORY. I AM PREPARING A PEOPLE TO CONTAIN MY GLORY IN ITS FULLNESS. YOU WILL NOT SEE MY BACK AS MOSES DID, YOU WILL BEHOLD MY GLORY, FACE TO FACE.
MY HAND THAT COVERED MOSES IS THE SAME HAND THAT TURNS YOU TO ME. I AM BUILDING A HOUSE, A TABERNACLE, A DWELLING PLACE WHERE I MAY REST. I DESIRE TO DWELL IN YOU, IN THE FULLNESS OF MY SPIRIT. I AM THE SHEKINAH GLORY, THE EVER ABIDING PRESENCE OF THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY.
I cannot take credit for the following as I found it on a small bookmark from many years ago. The author is unknown. So fitting for the current word from the Lord. I will fill in what is needed.
THE GREAT PERFORMANCE
The conductor was late and the orchestra in dissarray, many had come and left disappointed, they had waited for so long. Some had not come at all as could be seen by the empty seats with reserved still written on them. The expectantcy had dulled the hearts and the atmosphere was one of hopelessness. Much murmuring could be heard and voices exclaimed " Where is the conductor, we cannot function without Him?"
But there were those who stayed, their longing to hear was writen all over their faces, they had waited for this long and would not be miss this opportunity to hear the world famous orchestra. Quite suddenly the news came, "He is on His way" The faithful would be rewarded. He sent word to every corner of the globe via satellite, T.V. and of course the internet. He knew many waited for Him.
The moment arrived, hearts began to beat faster in anticipation of what was to come. As He walked onto the podium, momentarily a holy hush decsended as each witnessed what their eyes had never seen, waiting for what their ears had never heard and knowing that which their hearts had never conceived.
They were about have wonders revealed because they had loved Him and been called according to His purposes. The crowd stood and roared in approval, cameras flashed as He raised His baton. The Great Hall became silent as He tapped lightly on the stand.
At His command, the flowers, plants and trees arranged themselves in their most beautiful array. The flute summoned the birds to listen, the violin, the clarinet, the harp and the oboe summoned the animals from the forest, jungle and plain.
Suddenly trumpets sounded, the sleeping people awakened. The Conductor raised His arms in praise and worship to God. The orchestra of the world played perfect peace, love and joy. It was the fulfillment of all things on earth, a new beginning.
Old things have passed away and behold He makes all things new.
YET AND NOT YET
I have given you eyes to see, ears to hear and a heart to love. You have looked upon exquisite and beautiful things that have made you gasp in wonder and awe.
You have heard sounds of infinite beauty that have stirred your souls with no words to express.
Your hearts have conceived great and mighty things and with the works of your hands you have made them and bought them into life.
But yet and not yet have your eyes seen, you have not looked upon the beauty of the world within My Veil.
Yet and not yet have your ears heard the sound of the heavenly orchestra beyond My veil.
And your heart, aah your heart knows many things of great value and considers itself schooled in the many aspects of love, but yet and not yet has your heart conceived of those things I have prepared for those that love Me. 1 Cor. 2:9
I am the eye ointment to open blind eyes, I am the One who opens deaf ears to hear and I am the Love that causes My bride's heart to burn with My holy Bridal Love.