May the Lord grant you the desire of your heart and the call of your spirit. May the revelations come now, yes but with deeper meaning and understanding and clarity. May the Lord's Angels whisper in your heart and spirit not only the words of Heaven but may they point the way to the path of understanding also…
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Eternal God of my Dreams
That you may know when to speak
And when to remain to silent
When to shout it from the rooftops
And when to lay low
When to deliver forth the message aloud
And when to tuck it away in your heart for just you and the Spirit to know
For the Lord has made you his special friend and confidant
He is sharing with you the movings
And the futures of kingdoms and cities
You do see the armies of Angels with banners
Or with shields and swords
You do know and sense and understand the direction of the arrows,
Which are swung from the bows
Whether they do fly from Heaven's camp
Or from the Enemy's down below
May you be content as Enoch to walk as he did walk upon his feet
One so close to God, even near Him in your sleep
One who does hear Him as you do pray
Saying, "Hello my son, and how was your day today?"
Do you know how very few true friends the Lord has had?
Oh many children He has, yes,
But how many really understand
The treasures, and pleasures, and inner workings of the Lord's heart
How many really care what He does have to say, or think or want?
So many are caught up with their own earthly ideas and problems and fears
That they have no time to really draw close and be near
To the breast of the Father and the shelter of His wings
Most never even take the time to hear the songs that the Angels do sing.
But not you, my Son,
For you are one
Who has come up daily unto my side
And without fear and trembling have knelt here by my side
And said, "Papa, what is on your mind and heart today?"
I just want to listen to hear what your Spirit has to say;
And not to get great revelations to share with earthly kings
But to share in your divine nature
And know the character of the King of Kings
I just want to crawl up close and touch you and be at your side
I would not care if even tomorrow my spirit left this world
To be forever at your side!
For truly then, my spirit man would be free
And together we could walk and talk and share for an eternity!
I feel so much more at home up there in the Heavenlies with Thee;
This world here is not my home;
It's just the place my body for the meantime has to be.
But I long for that day when my spirit shall be made free
Where there is no more pain and where everything is as it was made to be.
I long to fly like I do in my dreams as an eagle or a dove
Soaring through the Heavenly realms with the Angels and with thee
And if just a little while longer
You do so decree that I must stay here in this place
Then I pray you give me the understanding, the wisdom and the grace
To live my life, the rest of it, as gracefully as I can
Finishing the final tasks you have written down for my life's plan
Getting along now with my brothers and fellowman
Some extra Angels nearby would be nice
And also a few more for my son and my wife
And just a few men on earth that I could call family and friends
Friends of the spirit until my days come to an end.
And oh yes, a smile to be upon my face
For my spirit man does know that soon
I'll be going on to a much better place
And unlike so many others I won't face that walk with deep fear
For I've walked that pathway before
Between the earth and over there.
So yes, Lord, get ready, for soon I'll be coming on home;
It'll be a day of rejoicing all around Heaven's throne
You know, Lord I can't wait
But give me the patience and the wisdom to keep running this race
And to not only just run but to finish it the best that I can;
Help me to safely pass on this baton to a younger and much stronger man
And even if I have to see the end of their race
Cheering on from the otherside
May I know that my visions and dreams
And revelations were tucked deep inside the pocket of his heart
May I always be close
For I will keep on praying even in the Holy Ghost
For the watchers of Heaven do so hope and so pray
For all of their loved ones
Who have tucked them inside of their hearts
and not put their pictures away.
No, I won't be forgotten down here upon the earth,
For my spirit will live on and so will my works
The works sown in love with a tender sowing
Will continue to grow on.
Oh my, what a mighty army;
I did not know that so many young ones
Did so receive and even care.
Look, Lord, it's amazing how many soldiers are enrolled down here
Wow, a mighty marching army - what a sight to see!
And if I must watch this final battle with Saint Peter
You'll not hear a grip nor a complain out of me!
I love you, Lord
Yes, I've loved you all of my days,
Even way back when I hardly knew you
I still loved you just the same;
I just couldn't get rid of that picture of you
Stuck there inside of my head
You keep coming back
And calling me to be your friend.
And these past few years
Have been like a lifetime unto me
You've talked to me by day in visions
And by night in the dreams.
Everyday, it seems this conversation does continue
Even when I do sleep
I can't wait to be forever with you
The Eternal God of my dreams.
Oh, the Lord loves you so much
He has no complaints, or faults or bad things to say;
He's been the one coaching you
As you have run this here race.
And even if you inside do think
That things could have been different
Or turned out so much better
If you had only not tripped and fallen in the middle of the race,
Was He not always there with you
Saying "Get yourself up and finish now your race."
And at the end He'll be standing there with arms opened wide
To welcome his dear one to be ever at his side
And He won't be seeing what could have been
Or what others say was meant to be
He'll just be seeing your smile and your heart of love
for your Heavenly King.
So, listen not to the whisperings of earthly men
Their words are not written in Heaven
But in the hearts of men made of sand
For true brothers and sisters of the Lord's army
Do pick up their brothers and help them to their feet!
Look not to those on the sidelines who have turned away their face
If they would see with the eyes of love
They would right now be in a different place;
They'd be a team player;
They'd be there right beside thee;
So, what if it would have slowed them down to run beside thee.
It's not a race like run by the earthly men and kings
Who judge everything by time clocks and perfection and winning,
But it is how you run the race that matters to Me;
Won't they be surprised when I pass out the winning trophies!
For it's to the faithful, to the loyal,
To the loving that goes this Judge's hand
Those faithful to my servants I've given unto them to be friends;
And if they come and stand before me demanding
To know just where is their crown,
My answer will be they left it back there lying upon the ground
By the side of the one they once called their friend
They broke my Son's final commandment
Of laying their life down for their friends.
The path chosen by the Heavenly king
To be nailed to a cross for all the earth to see.
He cared not for the taunting and spitting upon his face
For his heart and soul's desire was in another place;
And did he not pray in his final hours
That I would forget not a single one of his followers that day?
This is the plan and the course of the race
To forget not the runners of the Heavenly race
But to reach out with a helping hand,
To the poor and the needy and the hurting in the land:
The widow, the orphans, the brothers of the faith,
The sons and daughters of the Father in whatsoever state;
Was the Son of Man ever too good to be seen with such as these -
Publicans, and sinners, and women of the streets?
Where are they now,
These sons who do say they are followers of Me
But in ivory towers stolen by fleecing my sheep;
So, no, my son, they have not finished ahead of thee
Though they may have run quicker
They were disqualified by their actions to my sheep.
So rest now, and dream quiet dreams;
All will go well down there until you come to be with me;
I will quiet the mouths with the wagging tongues
If I must have to give them their own troubles to be talking about!
Remember that I, the Lord am the Just One who is just & fair;
I forget not the homeless and the ones of whom no one cares;
And even if I, the Lord himself, am the only one there
Is that not the best company, than of the sons of angry bears?
Write now, all that I have given unto thee,
And like John the Revelator, deliver my message to the sheep.
And if I must send thee to a quiet island to give my revelations to thee
Know it is for a just reason, for the preservation of the sheep
Write now, yes write, all that I give unto thee
And let's give them something to ponder
In the future to read,
A book like no other from the prophets and Me!
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~ Written for Bob Jones by Bonnie Franklin, June 9, 1999 ~
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