I wrote this “Rise of A “Love-Truth Tramps Hate-Lies” Revolution” below in November 2016. There is truly cause for concern, America is a revelatory window as to why.This is not a time to be complacent or blasé! As it is a time of intensified rise of evil of the kind that promotes hatred & division “wickedness” as according to end time prophecy so it should be a time for God’s generals to call a spade a spade and pray accordingly and with fervency. Prophecy must come to pass, but let’s pray for protection, God’s strength, boldness and supernatural joy in the midst of fear inducing circumstances.
Rise of A “Love-Truth Tramps Hate-Lies” Revolution
While there is a revolution in the land, with people strongly pointing out injustices and being a voice for social equality and justice as never before, so too this is happening in the church. The violence attached to protests in the land is because of anger due to certain events and the fear of the unknown, uncertainty and mistrust.
In the church there is also a revolution underway by those I feel compelled to call the remnants, the no nonsense pursuers of God, overcomers from their personal tribulations (of the Rev 7:9 type), and as written towards the end of this poem the “triumphant warriors”. These God ordained warriors/remnants are not physically violent unto destruction, but as end time John the Baptist, they are spiritually violent in terms of their building of the Kingdom of God that suffers violence (persecution, affront of the enemy etc…) by way of intercessory prayer, spiritual warfare, vocal expression and strong stand against social inequality and injustices.
Rise of A “Love-Truth Tramps Hate-Lies” Revolution :
Liars sing to the tune of a shrieking lyre, a deceptive song, claiming to be in the light as leaders, peacemakers, church workers and members of notable fraternities.
They abide in darkness ’cause of hate for their brother of a different mother and father, from a different land altogether, a place much further.
Delusional and encaged in hollow rage they live in twilight and are sick in their minds ’cause of the deceiver’s dynamite.
They dwell in ancient chambers with hellish ideas of who is who, delighting in the master and slave relational status quo.
The window blinds to their hearts are down. Blind, they think they can see, a walking dead living on dead end street.
Embossed on their hearts as a badge of honour is hate for another race, one of a foreign land or religion and are chocked with unforgiveness towards their neighbours.
They drown in the sea of hate, spouting venom in divisive hood, beating the drum of falsehood, scheming a race and social war in many a neighbourhood.
Triumphant Warriors are on the rise; some on bended knees, others in action so the world can see, as they fight for God’s love and unity to be man’s keen priority.
Forever destroyers of satanic agendas and judgements, the heavenly regiment sound the Most High’s gong with this redemptive truth in their song:
“Forgive and you shall be forgiven by the Father. Love God and one another, regardless of skin colour, race, social status and one’s gender”.
©Deborah E.Nyamekye 12/11/2016
Our Compassionate God reminds us of a key concern that is our mission: the plight of the burdened, wounded & lost.
Note: In the early hours of the morning of 20th August 2016, I had a vision: A door was open and I saw it led into the dark night and many people were being ushered through it, into darkness.
I started to sense the LORD wanted to speak so I took a pen and was led to write the following:
“Many souls are being lost, heading for the “dark night” of hell. Your Heavenly Father is saddened and grieved by this loss.
There are those who have been blindfolded into believing lies from birth, even about their worth, their state of mind and see themselves as subhuman, undeserving. But that is not how I see them, that is not what I created them to be.
Tell the saints, raise the sound and let them hear me now: This is your mission, what I have called you to do – to raise up those in the dust, those emotionally torn and so wounded they have lost hope.
Preach my word, teach it to all, but remember my arms are your arms to embrace, my touch is your touch to caress, my voice is your voice to speak words of comfort and encouragement. My ears are your ears to listen to those who no one will listen to, to those who have a burden they have carried as a heavy load for years.
I came to heal the broken hearted and it is through you that I can do the healing. You are my hands, my feet, my voice and my ears.
Take action! The world awaits you! My people, my creation are dying, emotionally worn and torn and beaten, mentally stressed and afflicted.
Who will go for me? Who? Many of those who are mine are busy but I say be busy for my bidding, for my commission, for that which I desire from you, be busy for my sake, my heart’s sake!”
Our compassionate God has spoken, let us heed to His voice. Amen.