Following -Oh Dove of The Morning.
Psalm 84:3-12 The Message (MSG)
Birds find nooks and crannies in your house, sparrows and swallows make nests there. They lay their eggs and raise their young, singing their songs in the place where we worship. God-of-the-Angel-Armies! King! God! How blessed they are to live and sing there!
And how blessed all those in whom you live, whose lives become roads you travel; They wind through lonesome valleys; come upon brooks, discover cool springs, and pools brimming with rain! God-traveled, these roads curve up the mountain, and at the last turn—Zion! God in full view! God-of-the-Angel-Armies, listen:O God of Jacob, open your ears—I’m praying! Look at our shields, glistening in the sun our faces, shining with your gracious anointing. One day spent in your house, this beautiful place of worship, beats thousands spent on Greek island beaches. I’d rather scrub floors in the house of my God than be honored as a guest in the palace of sin. All sunshine and sovereign is God, generous in gifts and glory. He doesn’t scrimp with his traveling companions. It’s smooth sailing all the way with God-of-the-Angel-Armies.
The Spirit of Intercession Is A Host
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 you have passed through from
the ancient of times, and now 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. Among your ranks are the holders (of the coals
of the alter). See how, in your midst, the incense of your worship lingers in the
mist … after the pouring rain. The stream from the nostrils of your steeds,
reveals the crispness of the early morning air. As you silently pass
through hill, and dale; gathering in those left behind from the ravages of
WAR.
The souls of mine carefully numbered are lifted by the angels to
wait near me, while the rest of the heavenly host and cloud of witnesses,
appointed to the bride, continue to accompany her- in these end times moving
VALIANTLY
In The Spirit Of Intercession
Lovely you are, 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. 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 torn by the dogs, they and theirs have been scattered, and you
must go and gather them, bring them to my throne, for they are those
who suffer greatly for my name’s sake and they shall rest close to me.
You stand among a great assembly passing through all nations in the
last day, for me, on my behalf. My Spirit, whom I gave you, ever with
you, the promise of the Father… He keeps you and leads you with the
invisible host. You my fair one was never alone. Nor, shall you ever be.
Come now, gather them in-
Through your prayers, as a bouquet, lift them to my arms. 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). But,
before that day, when we have come together in the Tabernacle of the
Son, like unto Sarah’s nomadic home (my words are spirit, he that has
ears let him hear) than know in that day of transformation you will
become flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone, and in that day you will
know as you are known.
While my eye is upon every sparrow,
And every 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. Behold, it is written of me! In the Volume of
the book! When you find me there, your eyes will be opened in the days
to come, all along my love, you were there also. I am releasing a fresh
anointing, even now it comes! I breathe 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 my BRIDE shall interpret the sound
of it, the meaning of it all. Many will depart because of the hard sayings,
but the ones who stand, who remain in me, shall be as those disciples
of mine who witnessed the transfiguration and heard that sound-
Like many waters …
“This is MY SON hear him, and do what he says. While many shall
walk away and say, “it was only thunder …” The ones who have ears to
hear will know, and be renewed in their resolve to be a champion, and a
witness, fulfilling the words of the good news manuscripts.
You shall be
commissioned to show them Peace.
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