declare this day to man,
man whom I love,
man on whom I would pronounce My mercy with My grace,
man on whose head may fall judgement with disgrace,
man who is to hear My last call to that ilk;
My last call to his neighbours;
My last call to his friends;
My last call to his family;
My last call to those too busy to decide,
My last call to man.
Man who is to witness My last attempt,
within his agency,
to gather his attention,
to lay My plans before him,
to encourage his companionship for a journey without an end:
now lives upon the earth.
the call of last resort goes forth as the end-time boarding call to man:
to board the last flight about to leave for a place of safety,
for a place of bounty,
for a place of beauty,
for a tour of visitations which follow in the searchlights of the stars.
For the day soon dawns,
which welcomes a visitor of renown,
a visitor who is not a guest,
a visitor who comes to stay,
a visitor of royal descent,
a visitor of purpose,
a visitor of authority,
a visitor with an extensive retinue.
when promises are redeemed,
when prophecies are upheld,
when My Spirit rains in fullness on the earth.
when the wrath of man clashes with the will of God.
when the foe of man clashes with the will of God.
when the turmoil of destruction clashes with the will of God.
that is the resolution of a conflict coming to a head.
when the will of God will place a crown upon a head.
For as the sun does rise so The Son will rise,
for as the sun does be so The Son will be,
for as the sun does light so The Son will light.
For as the sun does appear so The Son will appear.
For as the sun does sustain so The Son will sustain.
For as the sun does bring life so The Son will bring life.
For as the sun does water so The Son will water.
On that day,
man should be prepared for a change in lifestyle,
man should be engowned,
man should know His God.
On that day,
man without a scroll watches the wedding party from a distance,
man without a scroll does not hold an invitation,
man without a scroll scrabbles in the dust.
The scrabblers in the dust have tears upon the face,
the scrabblers in the dust cannot obtain an audience.
The scrabblers in the dust know nothing of a scroll.
The scrabblers in the dust must live with their decision,
must go where they are told,
must be with one another.
The scrabblers in the dust are not a source of envy.
The apathetic of the earth are in the thrall of Satan,
are unaware of the freedom of the spirit,
the freedom of the soul.
The apathetic of the earth do not know enlightened counsel,
will not seek a higher plane,
cannot contest a living space that is corrupted.
The apathetic of the earth know a life of drudgery.
The apathetic of the earth are in the confines of the shadows,
await the tearing out of roots that wilt on exposure to The Son light,
will build faith upon a testimony,
will seize on hope even as a drowning man clutches at a straw.
Even so can a straw be built into a life raft which conveys all to another shore.
Even so can the apathetic of the earth be re-awakened,
The apathetic of the earth can reach out with open hands,
raise the open hands,
receive with open hands,
rejoice before the open hands,
celebrate within the open hands.
The open hands of God reach out to the apathetic of the earth,
the apathetic of the valleys,
the apathetic who would climb their mountains to see the vistas laid before them.