Growing Stakes
Dec. 30th, 2006
Insulated and indolent, the minds of men hide from Me.
They do not want what I have. They do not want ME.
They don’t see straight and they don’t forbear.
Upon the brows of my people they put much wear.
“I want what I want and my wantonness is never filled”
The bowls are filling and yet they stay thrilled
To the sound of clinking coins, and the drone of praise
But they have grown weary of the Ancient of Days
Surely in all this idolatry to things,
The Lord brings judgment to the silence man brings.
No longer the sound of prayers lifted up,
No longer the music that fills the cup.
But low I hear the stirring and the whirring of angel’s wings.
For the remnant Bride to his ears worship brings.
He startles and rises longing for her total surrender,
For revelation kisses to her will HE render.
The Spirit of Might rises in the hearts of men,
As He pours out his judgments, and more trouble He rains in.
Shaking and shaking the kingdoms of men,
To the towers of power, wrath He does send.
For those whose trust is not in HIM,
on their faces are found much chagrin.
So many times He has warned and foretold,
Of judgments on those whose lives are not sold.
Mighty torrents of love in the glory He brings,
Men suddenly hear of startling things.
Bodies repaired, and diseases fully healed,
Demons crying out, as the remnants are sealed.
The hour of power is soon to begin,
Explosions are coming to the remnant, within.
The man-child is birthed in the hearts of His bride,
And now the Redeemer stands at her side.
Awesome in power, a rosey glow to her face,
As His love shines in her as he unfolds His embrace.
The union on earth, will be heralded in the skies.
Now we will see an end to the lies.
For God is breaking every chain on our souls.
We will dance and skip like newly born foals.
Arrayed in His mercy and clothed in His glory.
His Majesty unfolds a whole new story.
Favor given in just the right hour.
Pride no longer stands in power.
Arrogance is brought low, and the enemy he knows.
His hour is short and he begins to snort.
As the Son shines down on the hearts of men.
Harvest is reaped and no longer men pretend.
Weeping is heard to the ends of the earth,
An end to all the laughter and mirth,
As Satan’s rage assaults the sons of God,
Martyrs flood the earth as the new church is birthed.
Shock and surprise fill their eyes, as the sleep is torn away
And the church no longer is at play, for it’s a brand new day.
Legs grow out, and tumors fall down to the ground.
AIDS is healed and brokenness is repealed.
The dead arise, much to their surprise.
The sheep they bleat as He turns up the heat.
Fire erupts in every nation, FIRE of GOD hitting the earth.
Driving away all that stands in the way,
Taking with it all stubbornness, all slumber and the bray
of those only buying straw, stubble and hay.
Priscilla VanSutphin
