A prompting in my spirit said it was too pure.
Nothing I could recognise or what I’d heard before.
But something deep inside me, wanted to hear more.
The reverberations echoed through my mind,
Slowly getting clearer; more readily defined.
First it was a murmur, a softly flowing stream;
Like the gentle waters of a lovely dream;
Insufficient volume for me to comprehend.
Could it be a poem that still had to be penned?
Slowly it grew clearer. The sound of precious words
Streaming from delightful lips; insisting they be heard.
I was held enraptured and couldn’t turn away.
Priceless words of wisdom that Jesus Christ did say.
The Lord spoke and I listened. I couldn’t turn aside.
Their beauty held me riveted and even though I tried
To break what I was feeling; I had to hear Him speak.
Poetic precision that left me feeling weak,
Could I understand Him? No, not straight away.
I would have to concentrate to grasp what He did say.
Suddenly His voice was clear and I could understand.
Then with great authority He gave me His command.
“Take what I am teaching you everywhere you go.
Teach My precious people the things they need to know.
Tell them this is not a game; This is all-out war.
Bid them put their armour on and take their stand once more.
Use the mighty shield of faith to ward off Satan’s darts.
Bid them trust the breastplate My righteousness imparts.
Learn to use their weapon, My Spirit’s mighty sword.
With its double edges; the weapon of the Lord.
Sharper than a razor blade designed to cleave between,
Any soul and spirit; and what man’s thoughts can mean.
Splitting joint from marrow. Demons can’t resist,
This spiritual weapon held in a saintly fist.
Tell them to take courage. The warfare that we wage,
Isn’t with mans flesh and blood, but demons in a rage.
So destroy their strongholds; rip them wide apart;
Smash their high opinions and thoughts before they start.”
O Lord, we’ll win this battle by Your mighty power.
Jesus, You’re invincible; our strong and mighty tower
But Lord, why did it thunder? It’s what so many heard.
So few men deciphered it as Your almighty word?
“My son it was an exercise to show you victory.
The deaf ones heard it thunder. My listeners heard Me.”
Jim Strickland – Written Thursday, 09 June 2011
