Dee Barnes
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Posted: 08/30/2013 at 12:29pm
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THE CHURCH OF SYRIA AND TURKEY
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barnes How can I stop talking about you? Says the Lord, my eyes rest
on you every day, how much I love you, how beautiful you are to me,
how lovely your armor glistens in the sun, embattled yet tender to my
eyes, I called you as my own so long ago, and I have watched you
pass through the ages from ancient of times, until now, and my eyes
see you as Isaac saw Rebekah, In evening tide I stand, I gaze at your
procession, I see the stir, I see your eyes, I hear your sound, and your
song; the stringed instruments fill the air with your fragrance, and
perfumes, the little cymbals and clasps jingle upon your feet and hands.
I see the dance of your maidens, all around you. Though wounded in
the house of your friends, as I was also, yet you have born your cross
with ever increasing patience, fulfilling your ministry with ever
increasing valor, says the Lord. These friends of mine stand with me,
they stand at the waters edge ..
How beautiful are the feet upon the
mountains are those who bear good news. My love, my fair one, I long
for you, come away with me. Yet, my darling, there are those who lie in
the streets, who have been surrounded and nipped at by the dogs, they
and theirs have been scattered, and you must go and find them, is it
not written? "Let not my darling be left to the dogs." They are of
mine.For they are my great assembly that shall pass through all nations
in the last day, with me. They are those who shall accompany me when
I shall fight them who fight against me through the words of my mouth.
Know that we are one in spirit, (as you are increasingly renewed in the
spirit of your mind each day), but, before that day, we shall join
together, (he that has ears let him hear) then know you will be flesh of
my flesh, and bone of my bone, and in that day we shall be one in our
appearing. While my eye is upon every sparrow, and every breathing
soul hidden in the clefts of the rock, know I will direct you there to find
them, to gather them, to bring them to me, says the Lord of the Host of
heaven. I am releasing one more mighty rushing wind, one more fire
baptism, right up on the heels of of he feast of tabernacles, even now it
comes, a breath, a wind, a mighty wind, and it shall blow upon all
nations of the earth, and the people will be awed in the shock of it, says
the Lord, and where my bride is she shall interpret the sound of it, the
meaning of it all. While many shall walk away saying it was only
thunder, those that have ears to hear, and eyes to see will know they
have no where else to go, the kingdom of God is come, they shall lead
among their brethren testifying of what they have seen, from their trek
upon the mountain of God, to the valley that lies below.
Excerpt from: sacred pilgrimage "... From an opening that looked out
upon the embattled landscape, we could see there was a stir, and a
site, and a procession, and leading it, I saw a handsome view. Her hair
was the color of *chestnut, (pontus) she was armor clad, the royal
priestess, a holy citizen. This woman was chosen by a husband, to
be His bride, a warrior upon her horse, leading a great company.
She was surrounded by her heavenly army assigned to its command,
to accompany her. Come from distant thunders, an ambassador of
many places, a warrior-ess from many battles, establishing a footrest
for her king. For the earth is His footstool and the heavens His throne.
And I saw her banner that was waving above her head. A crimson
colored banner, ripples in the breeze, blood red, and it spoke of His
covenant, and the promise, as she rode by, I saw a word upon the
banner and it was to those who were hiding, and it said, “You have a
hope and a future.”
And the rag tag broken came out of the shadows and converged with
her, and the scattered became the gathered, and the called became
the chosen, and the barren became a bride. Hope pressed on, and the
ancient mountain gave to her the hidden, hiding in its clefts, and the
lonely became a nation. Where ever her procession went restoration
went with her, for the kings dominion was expanded, and through her
his decrees were sufficed. In the heavenlies we are in Him. On earth
He is in us, and when she passes by HE IS come. Blessed be the Lord
God almighty who was, is, and is to come.
see- RED RIVER NATION pod cast
Edited by Dee Barnes on 08/31/2013 at 3:41pm
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