This word came this morning as I was in prayer.
Why do you sleep? Like a sluggard, a little folding of the hands, a closing of the eyes. You dream of what you will do, you dream of what will make you great. Why do you sleep? I’ve sounded trumpets. I’ve shaken the grounds. I’ve sent winds and scorching heat. Yet still you sleep. You dream of the great things you can build for me, yet they have your name on them. You build yourself up.
I am about to cleave this nation, the world will shudder. While you sleep I will split the land in two. The very heart of this land will be brought asunder. In your very heart I will render the earth apart and you who are not prepared will fall. I will tear you in two and your works will fail. Men will see that I am sovereign and just.
I have a few, and their hearts are prepared. They will rise up and minister to you. You will know that I am God and nothing, nothing, nothing I do will return void.
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