Here I Come

Here I Come

In a vision of a snow-capped mountain range.

The Lord says:

“When My Spirit comes we (His body) will walk the high places. The fire will burn within like the bush. Those below won’t see at first (picture of Mt. Sinai). They will feel the trembling but won’t recognize it. It is a new thing. The World is deceived with their witchcrafts and abominations, the golden calf. The spirit of Mammon, lusts of the eye, bind their flesh and hold their spirits. What’s good is evil and evil is good. Upside down. The hearts have grown cold from the deception. They race to and fro with a form of life but without it (The way the truth and the life). The water is nearby but no one wants to drink. I, says the Lord, must make it rain. The fig tree was cursed. Only My water can give life. The tree of humanity. The world spins in repetitions. Only I can stop the cycle. By My Glory, by My Promise I gave to My Son. He will have His bride. Think ye the Great Outpouring. The water that quenches and not destroys. The fire of My presence cleanses. All has been judged. Here I come. Here I come. Here I come.”