October 24, 1997
Write these words, My child, that you may know all these things shall come to pass.
My people are a rebellious lot. It has been so from generation to generation. Yet, shall I remove My hand from what I have made? Shall I leave the place that is called My own?
I tell you, there are those who say, 'Peace. Peace.', where there is no peace. this has been so over the ages. Yet I tell you, that peace is of their own making. That peace is of their own hand. How then can that peace stand, when they cannot stand forever? Only My hand can bring the peace that is everlasting. Come that you may know this peace.
Yet look not with your eyes, for there is devastation before you. My people practice fornication and all types of evil, yet my Word is on their lips. Is this not detestable to Me?
Is there a place I can find a heart that is full of love for Me and turns to Me in all things? No, I tell you for it is only of Me that one can be this way.
You then, know this. You then, hear these words. There is a heart within you which is not of your own making. I am He Who has placed this heart within you. Look not through the ages to find one such as this. There is none. You are Mine and I have called you by name.
My child, do not fear the things you hear. Fear the things you see. For with your eyes you shall see devastation. Yet with your heart you shall see the love that is the Almighty One, the One Who calls His children home.
When the day is done, is not a child covered in dust and are not his things scattered about? Are not his hands idle now and is not his body weary and worn? Is not the light gone from the sky and is not his mind on other things? Do not his feet long to return where there is food and rest?
Are there not some who continue their task while these are at play? Are there not those who prepare the room, who clean the bedclothes and cook the food?
Are there not those who stand at the shutters and look with eyes that long to see? Are there not those who rejoice at the sight of the straggling group that comes home to rest?
Are there not those who after their work, long not to see, for the work is not done? Are there not those who struggle yet still and are not ready to open the door?
Yet the house is ready. The beds are made. The food is steaming and the fruit is there.
Theirs are not the only hands who have been toiling. For the Father of the Household knows the servants and the Father of the household knows His own. Yet he has put His own hand to the task, that when they come who are weary, and when they come who have been lost, and when they come who are hungry for food, the place is ready. And even those who feel not ready, and even those who have their hand still to the task, and even those who have not yet lifted their head to see, will all hear the Word: It is done. It is done.
Go to your day, My child.
It is done.
It is done.
Excerpt taken from:
They Come, a prophetic word
Chapter 44
Book 3 in the series.
