Prophecy – 24 December 2019 (written at 2.45 am before the Pandemic!)
  
 There is a mist forming over the land,
 The light tries to penetrate
 But darkness blocks it out.
 There’s a fear in the opaque stillness
 As hearts flutter and lungs inhale damp air.
  
 The night is colder and we are colder still
 For Love’s warmth is frozen out.
 We long for His embrace
 Yet deny His saving Grace.
  
 The mystery of life is sealed
 For we refuse to seek and find.
 We close the doors of our minds
 So that our spirits become interned.
  
 Oh! That we would choose hope
 And walk along the rocky path.
 Oh! That we would look for Truth
 And know that He would be found!
  
 The trees stand tall in awe of their Maker.
 Their branches reach high towards His light.
 The sun falls soft on the bark
 And the leaves grow green, full of life.
  
 The earth is raging in turmoil,
 Crying out for its Master’s touch;
 Desperate for calm and renewal,
 As the seas crash wildly, untamed.
  
  
 Rescue us God, for we’re dying –
 We’re growing weak as we cling to ourselves.
 Free us from the prisons we’ve built,
 Let us again know the Author of Life.
  
 Pull us up from the depths,
 For we’ve sunk so low in our sin.
 Unveil the faces we’ve hidden from You,
 And let Your radiance fall on our eyes.
  
 Oh! Merciful One, full of love,
 Let our hearts know Your perfect Truth.
 Burn the lies
 And drive darkness away from our lives –
 Let all that is killing us, die.
  
  
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