Judgmental eyes. Persecuting hearts. Scathing tongues.

Who are you, you people that claim to be mine?

You lie and speak death over those who do not believe your deceit.

You cast them out of what you call My house, but I do not dwell there.

You mark them as outcasts when they are the ones that truly shine in My light.

These chosen people, the ones you call exiled will be My children and live in My blessing.

Their hearts will burn with Holy fire and it will spread over these lush fields and vineyards                        that you call My blessing,

And they will be no more.

These flames of My pure light will rise high above your plain four walls and convict and burn

The false prophets, murderers, liars, and guilty that you shelter.

The pure and righteous will stand and dance in my flames,

No longer restrained by the treacherous ones around them.

Chains broken. Blood cleaned. Scars wiped away with a flash of My light.

Nothing is beyond My power and grace.

Believe and live in My mercy, you follower of Christ.

But do not doubt the impending death that lies just beyond the thorns along your path.

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Flames burn, waters rush, winds blow, I stand upon a strong foundation,

The strongest known. Lord it is You.

I look around and I see You everywhere, as Holy Fire burning my heart and igniting others around me.

As Living Water quenching my spirit and sustaining me along my path.

As a Whisper in a soft breeze forever leading me.

As the Holy Ground on which I stand.

You are in everything Lord.

Even though I may hide from You in the darkness, wishing that You not look upon my filth,

Your light will always find me.

Whether I sit, cloaked in sin.

Stand in rebellion.

Turn with shame.

You will always find me Lord and You will always seek me.

For I may be unclean, unfaithful, unhealed, unsure, or unknown.

I know that I am not unloved.

For Your love for me and Your people is never ending.

“Comfort, comfort My people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her,

That her hard service has been completed, that her sin has been paid for”.

-Isaiah 40:1-2

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Though we may hide in the shadows, cloaked in darkness, wallowing in sin.

The Lord is there.

No matter how far we push Him,

How far we run from Him,

Or how hard we fight Him, He will never leave our side.

He is desperately reaching out, pulling us towards Him, wishing that we would accept His embrace.

He will stand at our backs keeping the darkness at bay, shielding us from all that attacks and wished to devour.

Keep your faith in the Lord and your spirit held high,

For as long as our eyes are kept on His face, we are unbound by the chains of the world.

We stand before Him freed by grace, viewing the chaos at His back,

Knowing that He is what has delivered us.

Lord, we cry out to You, Thank You! Thank You my Merciful Lord!

May You be proud of what we do and will do in You.

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Take a look around and tell me what matters.

You see people and people, a crowd is gathering all around you.

You make one action to please them and make another to please Me.

But I am not pleased because you are sharing what should be Mine with them.

Do you care so much about what the people around you say and think that you change yourself,

Make decisions, take steps, and walk a path based on what they want?

Do you?

I am enraged when you do one thing in the dark and do another in the light.

Your heart is pure, clean, and white but your hands are covered in blood                                                   and your feet are black with filth.

Walk in My light, do as I do, follow My every step.

Do not stray, remember where your heart lies because it is with Me.

As the crowd roars and yells, turn your head and face Me.

They will pull the chains that hold your arms and legs, causing you to stumble and fall.

Rise up! Run towards Me! My arms are open in embrace.

They will pull you down again, and again, and again.

But as the chains cut into your wrists and blood trickles down your fingertips,                                           not a single drop will hit the floor.

I will reach My hand out and catch any that fall. I have bled in your place                                                     so that you would not have a debt to pay.

Look into My eyes, I love you. I want all of you.

So tear the chains apart, shatter and destroy them. They have no place on your body.

Follow My every step, walk as I walk, speak as I speak, soar in My radiance,

For I have died and risen just to set you free.

“But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

-Isaiah 40:31

  

By Justin Silcox 

My beautiful sisters, how you radiate the Lord’s light.

You are examples of His ever present love and nurture.

The things you do, the things you say, the things that you suffer through are so incredible.

May the Lord lift you up in all His glory.

Each and every one of you mothers, daughters, sisters, and friends.

I admire your resolve and strength.

To nurture when we need nurturing. To fight when we need protecting.

You build us up when we are down and leave a red imprint of your hand on our cheek,

When we need reality returned to our lives.

How I love all that you do.

May the Lord bless your every movement, your every step, your every word.

Because I know that I am blessed by you.

By your beauty, by your sweet words, by your strength, 

and by your wonderful grace in the face of the world.

“Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, 

majestic as the stars in procession?”

-Song of Songs 7:10

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Running hard, breathing heavily, I stumble through the brush, 

thorns tearing at my legs and arms.

Blood drips down my hand and falls from my fingertips.

I see Your white robes wave slightly as You disappear through the bushes ahead of me.

The things that pull and cut and hold me back are pushed aside by Your glory, 

not coming near You.

I inhale sharply and return to my pursuit of You.

Still I run, sprinting, being sustained by the glimpses of You that I see.

I run past scenes of an orphaned child being held tightly by a crying woman.

Your love flowing from her, blessing the now smiling child.

To the left I see a man in dirty clothes, sitting on the road begging people as they pass for coins,          food, and even work.

A man walking, shining in Your radiance, kneels by his side, lifts the beggar to his feet                            and takes him to your house.

Your love is shared as he is cared for by Your people.

Still running, I break through the brush and now I stand in a desert, the wind blowing at my face.

I see the back of Your head disappear over the next hill.

I smile and wipe the sweat from my brow and take off running after you,

For just because I wander through the wilderness, does not mean I am lost.

To the right I see a preacher leaning against a wall in a tight hallway, sobbing,

Completely unsure of what to tell the people that await him.

You’ve brought his wife home to be with You in Your palace.

He is broken and beginning to doubt.

A young girl stumbles into the hallway, seeing her father crying.

She hugs his side tightly telling him that she trusts in both of her fathers.

Your everlasting love is shining in her eyes and shared with her father.

Your glory reigns as he steps out of the hallway, facing the people.

He speaks of your word and your message with confidence and trust.

Still I run, seeking Your heart and face.

I am thirsty as I follow You through the desert.

As I come over the next hill, I see You sitting, waiting for me.

I kneel by Your side and You share Your living water with me and I am refreshed and sustained.

You stand and smile at me as You turn and continue walking swiftly deeper into the desert.

I breathe in and praise Your glorious name as I start running once more.

Before me I see a woman, sitting limply in a chair, the room dimly lit.

A needle lies on the table by her side.

She stares blankly into space, her breathing light.

A young man walks into the small house, late from work.

He sees his mother strung out, yet another broken promise.

Your power and might comes upon him, he is filled with a righteous anger,

The mark of Christ burning brightly on his forehead.

He knocks the needle and other objects from the small table with a swing of his hand.

He throws the table aside and picks up the half empty bottle of liquor by her leg,

He throws it against the wall, making it shatter, its contents spraying all over the floor.

His mother’s eyes are wide with shock as she stares at him.

He wipes the blood from her arm with a rag and he lays his hand upon her head and prays.

The filth inside her is burned away by Your might.

Her soul is cleansed and shrouded in Your light.

She looks up to you with pleading eyes, begging for forgiveness.

Her son turns as he sees shadows moving upon him and his mother.

He yells with power, Your great voice enveloping his and the demons are banished from his home.

Your love and glory flow through him into his mother,                                                                          saving her from the darkness inside her own heart.

Forever will I pursue Your face and seek Your heart Lord.

I may stand, clothed in rags, hungry, thirsty, and without shelter, but I am happy and content.

Protected and sustained by Your everlasting light.

I see You turn and face me, Your voice so full of love rings in my ears.

“what’re you standing around for? Come on and follow me”. You walk swiftly away.

I smile and sing praise as I run after You, forever running after You.

Karov Adonai le’nishberei lev v’et dakkei ruach yoshia

The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

-The Kingdom of Heaven reigns throughout the world.

Justin Silcox 

You will come to a point in your walk when you will reach the end of yourself,

And must rely entirely on Me.

You may not have food, or water, or shelter.

But you will remain healthy.

You will not be hungry, for My word will be what sustains you.

You will not be thirsty, for My living water will quench your thirst.

You will not suffer the elements, for My love and My grace will be your foundation, your home.

Your worries will be nothing.

Your strengths will be nothing.

Your weaknesses will be nothing.

All that will matter is Me.

All the comfort that surrounds you will disappear before your very eyes.

At this time, your strength will fail you.

You will feel the weakest you have ever felt but also the strongest.

When this time comes, I will come upon you and my strength will keep you going.

My power will give you life, My breath will be the wind under your wings.

So fear not my son, this time will be a time of marvelous growth in Me.

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Though proud of our strength and faith in the Lord,

Humility must come upon us.

For each and every one of us that hears the Lord, sees the Lord, and stands in His Grace,

Once stood seemingly alone in a desert with nowhere to turn.

Before we were brought to His throne, we wandered searching for water to quench us,

And now when we have been blessed with Living Water,

Pride comes upon us and our sight is weakened and our hearing dulled.

So believe me my brothers and sisters,

I have known utter silence and sheer blindness,

It is not a place you wish to go.

So hear me, I say repent for your pride in yourself.

Give the glory to the Lord Almighty who delivered you from your darkest places.

When someone praises you for your works, shout It was not I! It was the Lord who has done this through me!

Praise Adonai, for He is good and gracious.
“When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.”

-Proverbs 11:2

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Let your flame burn brightly for all the world to see.

Share the light of the Lord with all who will see.

Take your fire and let it shine in the places where only darkness dwells.

Let the eyes of the people be opened to see His wonderful grace.

For we are the Lord’s tools.

Let His power and might flow through our hands and onto those who need to be lifted up.

Take your brothers and sisters and walk along the dark broken road.

Do not walk past the wounded and down trodden.

But kneel at their side and speak the Lord’s words of life into them.

Bring them to their feet and share the Lord’s love and light with them,

So that they too may go along the road and do the Lord’s great work.

Prepare the hearts of the people so that when the Lord sees fit,

He will make His flame burn deep within them.

May the eyes and ears of the people be turned up to the heavens.

May the Lord’s work be done.

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Lord, I can feel Your all consuming fire burning all around me.

The air is hot and thick with Your might.

Before me is a raging inferno, Your sparks and flames dance before my shielded eyes.

I stand in Your midst, terrified but confident. Trembling but firm.

Lord I fear You, You are the only one that I fear.

The storm that is your flaming light rises into the sky, higher than I could possibly see.

You tower above me and I kneel, prostrate to Your glory.

Just when I think You will finally take me to your kingdom,

The air cools and a cold blue fire envelopes me and I am not burned,

But reassured of Your love and beautiful grace.

This once charred valley is now overflowing with Your beautiful creations, Your perfect artwork.

Flowers of every color, calm and crystalline streams, utter peace in this chaotic world.

A Dove flies above me as I lay my sword upon the soft, lush grass.

There you stand before me, burning in blue fire, too bright to see.

Your white robes flow gently in the wind.

I hear a whisper of a song float through the air, “Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty”.

I turn and look around me and I see Your people,

Your warriors, healers, prophets, preachers, musicians, artists, and writers.

All kneeling before Your majesty.

Lord I love you, let us serve Your kingdom for as long as You wish it.

“For I am the Lord your God, who churns up the sea so that it’s waves roar-

The Lord Almighty is His name.

I have put My words in your mouth and covered you with the shadow of my hand-

I who set the heavens in place, who laid the foundations of the earth,

And who say to Zion ‘you are My people’”.

-Isaiah 51:15-16

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I understand that I am broken. I am shattered.

I am a sheet of glass constantly breaking and rebuilding itself.

Trying to shield itself from the stones being throne.

Lord I am torn down by the smallest pebble when I walk alone, straying from Your path.

But when I lie in discipline and keep my eyes upon your face,

I am empowered. I am shielded. I cannot break, no matter what may bounce against me.

For You oh Lord are the strength I hold inside.

You are what gets me through each day. Whether it be painful or joyous.

Lord forgive me for all that I do, I strive to be better but I cannot without You.

I cannot heal alone. I cannot be strong alone. I cannot. I cannot without You.

Lord may my eyes forever be upon Your sweet grace.

May Your flame rise up inside me and burn for all eternity Lord.

May the deceit that lies on my lips, my own blood that coats my fingertips,

The darkness that surrounds me every step be wiped away with Your marvelous light.

For it is You Lord. It is all You.

The air I breathe and the water I drink.

It is all You.
“When the dove returned to him in the evening, there in its beak was a freshly plucked olive leaf! Then Noah knew that the water had receded from the earth.”

-Genesis 8:11

Justin Silcox

I am wandering through the desert, aimlessly searching.

I call out and I hear nothing but my own voice.

As I walk through the dwellings of demons,

I am torn down, oppressed, broken, scarred, and wounded.

I am defenseless for my eyes have left You.

I have taken it upon myself to face this enemy, this terrible enemy completely and utterly alone.

I will lose this fight. I will be tainted and ravaged for my faith is no longer in You.

And as I lie bleeding on the road, darkness surrounding me, the Evil One steps forward

To devour my very being.

I breathe in. I breathe out. I breathe in. I breathe out.

And he, the destroyer stops for Your name is being said aloud.

I take my eyes off the dirty road, off the blood that my wounds have left there.

And I gaze up at You. I feel your light surround me, the darkness shudders.

I bring myself to my knees and I stare up at You, I cry out Your sweet name.

Forgive me oh Lord! Deliver me from this place of evil so that I may have another chance to live in You!

Lord save me! I was wrong, I have no power or strength without You oh Ancient of Days !

And there, in the midst of the evil and darkness, I see Your face. My eyes stare into yours and I know

That I have been saved.

I see You walk towards me, a blinding light, only your outline is distinguishable.  

Your powerful arm reaches out and casts the demons aside effortlessly.

The Evil One hides his face from your light, for its very presence burns him.

He runs away, terrified of Your might. My Father has saved me.

You place Your warm hand atop my head and I am healed and cleansed,

Your fire has sparked and burns within me again.

Forgive me Savior, may my eyes never leave Your face again.

You turn and beckon me to follow and I do, I stand by your side as we walk through the

Illuminated darkness and back into Your Kingdom.

“Turn your ear to me, come quickly to my rescue; be my rock of refuge, a strong fortress to save me.”

Psalm 31:2

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As the days of end approach, the Christ will be seen in the hearts of the people once more.

For though they have strayed, the Lord Almighty will redeem his children,

And bring them back into His magnificent light.

The final revival before His long awaited return is upon us now!

An awakening of the people of God.

Our Lord’s Bride will be the heart and the soul of His people once again.

She is and always will be our nurturing mother, feeding us milk until we are ready for meat.

The people of God will step out of their square buildings, homes, and places of comfort.

They will travel the Earth in great numbers speaking the very words of God.

His light will shine through them, His words will be heard from their mouths,

And His work will be done by their hands.

Churches will rise in the slums, in the middle of the darkest corners of our world,

And they will shine for the Light of God is within them.

Where demons walk, the ground will be purified by believers and turned Holy.

The dead will be brought to life, the blind will be given sight, and the diseased will be cured,

All in the name of The Almighty I Am.

I say again, the revival our fathers spoke of is here, it is now.

We will live in it and our children will live in it.
Countless believers will be made, the Kingdom of Heaven will reach out across the world.

All will stand up and cry out Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest! “They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, "Hosanna! " "Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!" "Blessed is the King of Israel!"”

John 12:13

Justin Silcox