"Come hear the Almighty Sing"

~ a prophetic poem written for 

 Michael W. Smith ~

"Let it be known that the work of your hands has only just begun,
As you come now into the high call of worshipping the King of Kings;
Leading others into the very throne room of Heaven
is the high calling I have reserved now for thee..."

~ Bonnie Franklin  April 15, 2000 ~

Michael,

     You who are one whom the world has known

 As a singer and a writer of music and songs for Me, 

Today may the world see a new son, 

A new vision of what I have prepared for thee.

     For even now as Charisma's pages are read and distributed 

And some do poke and make fun

 Of the honesty and the truth of what has been said of this one, 

That Michael - the singer of songs -

 Does roll with holy laughter

 And worship with those who speak in strange tongues;

Know that it was said once before two thousand years ago 

Of my sons, Peter and Paul,

 Whose writings you have come to read and know.

     So, even though some would laugh and some would disdain,

 Know son, that they do not know the full Spirit of God, 

They have not experienced the experiences you have known

Though they may very well be thy brothers and are saved, 

Know that they have not yet come into the fullness of the truth 

Which you have known and have this day you have chosen not to deny.  

For you have stood and you have said,

 "Let the truth now be written, may all the earth know

I'll not be one who will run and hide

I'll not be one who the power of the Spirit denies."

 My son, Michael, the Lord your God does honor you this day

For you have not been afraid to stand for the truth

You've acknowledged before the whole world this day,

 To be among my children who've tasted of the "Holy Fruit";

And though others may laugh and of you make jokes

 Be it behind thy back or in front of thy face

Know that you still do have your life, your breath, 

and you're still alive and running earth's race.

The race of men is a strange race it seems

You've run long and hard

You've even run at the head of the pack it seems;

Yet somewhere deep inside of thee there's that question which arises 

And does now echo deep inside of thee:

Is this all there is now that I've made it to the top?

Is this all there is for me; 

Is it a good time for me to stop?

No, there must be more

There must be more for me to create and do.

Lord, let me do what You have designed 

and created me for You to do for you;

May I complete and finish this race 

Knowing that I've done all that you have planned;

May I finish the second half of my life now 

leaving nothing undone, unsung or unsaid.

And Lord, look down at my little ones, 

See how much they have grown;

I wonder, have I been a good enough father?

Do they each know the way to your throne?

Have I accomplished the most important role on earth 

for a father that there is or can ever be?

Have I faithfully brought each and everyone of my children

to kneel and sit and pray at your feet?

May they come to know thee as friend, as do I when I sing;

May they know thee now as king, as I do in my dreams.

May the legacy that I leave, and pass on for them and others to see

Be one, yes of friendship with others, 

But most of all, of friendship with Thee.

For you have been my dearest friend,

 The one on whom I could always count upon and depend;

You have always been there each and every time;

You alone are the one who has never forgotten;

 You alone are the one who's been faithful all the time.

For human friends with all best intentions have tried

But there's none on earth who can hold a candle to you;

For you alone are the Spirit of Friendship;

You alone are always faithful and true.

You are the one who has never let me down

You've always been there as I wept and cried.

May I give myself totally and wholly now unto thee;

Take me as I am; take me now, Lord

and make me over in your sight.

Remake the potter's clay this day;

I pray it's not too late to start over, 

and redesign this clay another way.

Let me find new fulfillment; 

Let me live as I live in my dreams -

the dreams from the throne of God for your son, Michael 

to do and accomplish now on earth for thee.

For you've seen to put much within my power;

You've seen to put much within my hands;

The talents that you've given have doubled and multiplied 

until they run now as sand through Abraham's hands.

I thank you for your many blessings,

 for it's to you that all of the glory belongs;

Thank you, God, you've never left me;

thank you, God, my heart to you belongs.

Yes, I know that you have already given me so much, 

and answered so many of my prayers,

But if there are still any more work orders for me,

 I'll gladly do them for you. 

Love, Michael

~ Your humble servant ~

Yea, my son,

 Let it be known that the work of your hands has only just begun,

As you come now into the high call of worshipping the King of Kings;

Leading others into the very throne room of Heaven

is the high calling I have reserved now for thee.

You have been here several times 

as you've sung with the Angels and even played at David's side;

But now, may it become a lifestyle and call

Come up above now with Me; come now my son, Michael.

And together, yes, you and I

Shall listen as the choirs of Heaven sing

the songs which shall last through out time,

Songs which bring forth healing to mankind:

Healings of the heart, the memories and the mind,

Healings of the deaf, the dumb and the blind.

For even as David did sing to bring peace to the mad king

Once again may the healing songs be written to sing.

Come up above and sing before Me;

Care not for the words of men but sing now with the Angels and Me.

Dare I hear the Almighty God sing? 

Can the Lord whom I love

sing along with me?

Do you not hear the morning doves sing? 

Do you not see the melody as springtime flowers bloom?

Do you not feel within the oceans' roar the Almighty's tunes -

 tunes of the "Master Orchestrator" the greatest songwriter of all;

Come hear the songs of the Angels in the choirs above.

Come listen as the soloists of Heaven do sing;

Come hear the tunes the earth does need;

Come hear the music I've reserved for thee.

Who knows what new songs are being born in Heaven

and can be brought down to earth and given to thee,

Songs first sung by the Angels and Saints of Heaven

then given unto men as birthed through thee.

Come now and sit and learn at my feet;

Come now and let's see what shall be.

Come now my son, whom your friends call "Smitty"

Come with Me now and let's write, let's compose, and let's sing.

~ Copyright © 2000 Bonnie Franklin ~

       About a  year after this was written, Michael came to Carpenters Home and recorded his Worship CD.  I was blessed to be in the audience.  It's wonderful to see him stepping out and fulfilling this call and destiny upon his life ~ leading God's people into worship before His throne. 

        A Spirit of Friendship "I am drawing you to a new walk tonight and to a new revelation in the Spirit.  Learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart and you will find rest and friendship for your soul..." ~ 

      Your Job is to Worship Me "Your delight, your joy is to come to Me daily and to worship me, to praise Me.  Mary sat at Jesus' feet and worshipped.  That is your call in life..."