A Brief Exhortation

The magnitude of the situation is lengthened as light begins to pour even more fervently in. Ever groaning palpitations beat from the unknown warmth that ticks loudly within the cracks of a broken and frail. From the depths of the wellspring of the soul LOVE stirs with tender violence amidst the tremors and posing of the child grasping along the paths of destiny and love. As the fire begins to kindle warm eyes look down from heaven intoxicating the Spirit in a union of bliss and exhilaration. Within the temple war has raged as a word speaks “Peace” silencing the daunting precepts once heavily ingrained into the dying empire of lies. LOVE dwells inside and takes delight in the place He has predestined for Himself to rest in. Despite the frailty of the home from the wellsprings of life the adrenal flow of inexpressible joy goes forth as strength through every capillary of the beloved child.
Every hair is numbered as is every nation in that bucket. Within the drop sheer delight is taken in His children as LOVE calls them forth into the transcendent beauty of their true calling. Inhibitions lay six feet under as the Good Shepherd guides with an overflow of tenderness and compassion resolute to have the riches of His inheritance. He is their strength, He is their reward, He is their unity, and He is peace. Shrouded in humility He lusts after those He predestined and carries the wounded and gently leads those with young. As the dwellers of dust are seated with princes and the barren woman sings for she has been given child the King rides forth to the advancement of the love that thrives in the furthest depths of His being.
Rejoice my brother and dance my sister for you are loved. Inside the arms are the joy and affection that you were birthed for. This is justice, that the King would have His way. His way is for you, poor, lowly and broken to walk as who you are: beautiful, cherished, unique and an heir to the one who spoke all things to being and who invented the concepts of affection and laughter. Oh bride the marriage is on the horizon. The day of the gladness of His heart. He sees you and loves you with delight that goes beyond words and heralds out of the sovereign blood once shed.
The kingdom suffers violence and the violent take it by force may his violence consume you and drive out all fear so you may drink deep of the pleasures forevermore and walk as one who is their Beloved’s and the Beloved is theirs. Through this comes the advancement of the Kingdom. The uprising is not through wholesale and well articulated propaganda but through the very whispers of LOVE. Bellow it from the steeples and ride forth. The LOVE that existed before time lies within you. Rest in His arms and sleep in His bed, there is a design for what He did and said.
Be loved beloved, this is your strength and this is your calling to overflow superfluously from the fountain of delight and tears of the Almighty with all confidence and joy. Oh beautiful ones He will finish what He began until all that is left is faith, hope, and love. The greatest of these being love. We march on laying hold of the journey into the heart of the Triune dance knowing that we have not been forgotten and that we will never be alone. Despite abject despondancy and the swirl of voices and feelings that pull every which way the Lord will swiftly come to all who call on His name and wait for His glorious presence and jubilant return.