The Whisper
" Come to My Summit of the Saints "
Sept. 11, 2007
The
spirit took me and I saw a canyon the was lush with life. The spray of
water from a distant waterfall blew against my cheek. The birds sang,
the wind was cool, life was good.
Then, the scene changed, everything
dried up, heat waves danced upon the ground, and life slowly died.
There were no more birds, squirrels, plants, only the sound of the
haunting wind across the parched land.
Then out of the sky I saw a
golden scepter come down and it glistened and landed in an awaiting
hand and I heard him whisper-
I placed my people within the city of life upon the earth.
I gave them everything they wanted, water, shelter, and peace within
but yea this was not enough they said to my ears,
they wanted more......
So I gave them more, and even in abundance they still wanted more.
So I gave, and gave, and gave, and GAVE
They became lazy, wanting only self edification,
socials, events, everything except Me.
They lost their first love, Me, so I left the land.
I left them to themselves, alone.
Yea in the death of themselves, still My true chosen ones,
felt My absence, and cried for My presence to return to them.
They cried for the church - I heard.
Now I send My scepter,
and charge those lambs that trusted their own shepherds
that failed their most inner need, and say:
'Come, Come to My Summit of the Saints'-
reach up and take that which your shepherd sat down,
for I give you the scepter and all that is within it.
Even as Isaiah and Moses knew Me,
so shall you now for NOW, I call you forth, and say;
Come use it for the glory, for you are my true church!'
I Love You
The Whisper
author - Susan E. Waldrop
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