The moon will be as bright as the sun, and the sunlight brighter than seven days! So it will be when the Master begins to heal his people and to cure the wounds he gave them.
See, the Master comes from afar, aflame with wrath, surrounded by thick rising smoke. His lips are filled with fury; his words consume like fire.
His wrath pours out like floods upon them all, to sweep them all away. He will sift out the proud nations and bridle them and lead them off to their doom.
But the people of the Almighty will sing a song of solemn joy, like songs in the night when holy feasts are held; His people will have gladness of heart, as when a flutist leads a pilgrim band to Jerusalem to the mountain of the Master, the Rock of Israel.
And the Master shall cause His majestic voice to be heard and shall crush down His mighty arm upon his enemies with angry indignation and devouring flames, with tornados, terrible storms, and huge hailstones.
The voice of the Master shall punish the Assyrians, who had been his rod of punishment.
And when the Master smites them, His people will rejoice with music and song. The funeral pyre has long been ready, prepared for Molech, the Assyrian god; it is piled high with wood. The breath of the Master, like fire from a volcano, will set it all on fire.
Friday, May 11, 2018 at 2:14 am.
Those are terrible words to a people dead set in Your grace dispensation, but! At Your command? I will post them now.
Let Your faithfulness shine forth. You have destroyed the wicked within me. You have awaken Your nature within my being.
You have separated the precious from the vile—Your nature from my carnal nature both within my being. You have given me the power to obey and submit to You.