Written by: Elizabeth

Prophetic Prayer for the Bride of ChristDear Heavenly Father in Christ Jesus’ Name, we come before You as the Body of Christ fitly jointed together.  Of One Accord we enter Your Courts with Thanksgiving.  With uplifted hands we waive before You these palm branches our symbol of victory in Christ.  Yes Father God, it is the Bride of Christ who has entered Your Courts with Thanksgiving.  It is from the Eastern Gate where the Sun of Righteousness throws His rays across the ancient paths where we stand and where we walk together.

Is not the Bride of Christ exquisite?  She is beautifully adorned, above all brides, with ornaments of gold purchased from Christ and refined in the fires of heaven.  She is unblemished before Your sight.  Her garments have been washed in the Righteousness of Christ.  Like the daughters of Jerusalem her ornaments are arrayed like gold fitted with studs of silver.  From the gift of alabaster flows the healing salve.  She stands before You with sight to behold Your beauty and to envision Your countenance.  Indeed she is the fragrance of Christ to those who know Him.

And do you see Oh Father God how the children of your people do run before the Bride to greet our King in the courts of thanksgiving.  With branches of victory singing Hosanna in the Highest – they run before the Bride to entice their King to tabernacle with us in this place.  Indeed Father God it is the Bride of Christ who has entered your courts with thanksgiving.

So let us now agree to journey together to the sacred place.  Let us go of “one accord”.  Let us enter the Holy of Holies.  Let us journey beyond the mountain tops and the valleys of depth in our lives.  Let us travel down the carved paths of faith to the sacred place.  Let us journey now to the Holy Place.  Let us drink of the Spirit in the pools of His Presence.  Let us journey on to the Holy of Holies to bath in His Beauty.

The Holy Place awaits the Bride.  Her wedding sandals softly step.  It is a dark chamber like the world around us.  Yet it is pierced by His Light like that of a candlestick.  He is our Light in this dark world.  The darkness flickers with Light, a steady Light, the Light of our Life.  Yes it is the Light of the world – our golden Lamp-stand that does pierce the darkness before our feet.  Indeed Christ is the Lamppost before our feet.  

In this Holy Place is the Bread of His Presence that has nourished us throughout our life.  Did we not feast upon His sacrifices daily?  Did He not furnish a table in the wilderness during our times of famine?  Did not our root flourish during times of drought?  Did not the cavernous streams run deep which touched the tips of our roots and gave life to both the bud and the leaf?  Did we not blossom during times of drought?  Did we not testify of our triumphs in Him?   

Our prayers like incense did waft before His Throne.  They were gathered together and stored in golden bowls before Him.  They were placed upon the golden alter in heaven.  They were etched on the heart of our King and not forgotten.  Did not our Groom intercede on our behalf every molecular moment of our lives and did we not cast our cares upon Him knowing He cares for us.  Did He not lighten the yoke and break the burden asunder.   How the gray silky tendrils of smoke still waft before us in the atmosphere of Christ.  It is true that our Heavenly Father’s ears have been tender to our voice since our Day of Reconciliation in Christ.

Let us go now.  Let us walk together to the Holy of Holies.  Let us go “of one accord”.  Let us migrate beyond the veil that once hung high in the ancient days of man when the earth did shake and the veil was torn.  Let us walk beyond the Holy Place to the Holy of Holies where we can boldly run to His Mercy Seat – a place where petitions are heard in the day of trouble.  It is a place of blood.  It is a place of dreaded reverence and ineffable joy.  

It is a secret place where almond branches still blossom.  Where one can hear the tinkling of tiny pomegranate bells from the ancient days and the sound of seamless linen walking by.  It is here where we will hear the praises of His people and His thunderous steps upon the gray silken clouds of His glory.   It is here where the tablets of stone are etched into eternity.  Do you not recall how we feasted daily upon His sacrifices with a jar of manna for our journey.  Yes, it is a place of dreaded reverence and ineffable joy.  

It is here in the secret place of the Lord Almighty where He commands the upper chambers to unleash the River of Water of Love upon the earth.  In His secret chambers, on the farthest sides of the North, He will speak and at His voice the chambers will burst forth their waters.  The heavenly waters wrapped in His thick clouds will unravel as He walks upon the praises of His people.  Here the River of Water of Life is unleashed upon the earth as never seen before.  It carves out a route in the earth like a river bed and flows upon it like a path of holiness.  It is the River of Life that captures the souls of men where new creatures in Christ are birthed.  They flow with the River and they care not where it takes them.  It is a River of many eyes and many mouths.  It is a River of eyes and mouths which flows wherever the Spirit moves.  Like the wind the Spirit moves.  Like the Spirit the River flows.  The River does move in a dark hour in a troubled time upon the earth and gathers people wherever it flows.  It is a River of many eyes and many mouths.

In a distant land there is a vine where its roots run deep.  Its trunk is thick whereby no man can cut it.  Its roots are strong and stretch throughout an ancient land.  The vine is tall and its shadow falls upon the ancient lands of Antiochus Epiphanes.  It is a nation of many nations where a sword is gripped and its blade is drawn and a cry for battle is heard.  It is a vine of robust growth.  It moves to smother the world and wherever it rules the sun and its warmth cannot be seen and cannot be felt.  In the land of Antiochus Epiphanes the brethren of smaller borders move of one accord.  They circle and huddle of one accord.  They whisper secrets. They have a plan. They gallop over dusted lands like fattened locust in a barren field.  They are a brethren of many nations in the land of Antiochus Epiphanes.  But far away in distant lands – no eye can see them hover.  In a troubled day and in a dark hour within a shaken time filled with broken hedges they move like horses fit for battle.  Their legs like locusts jump through broken hedges and walls of rubble.  They are a brethren who wait in darkness and move of one accord. 

In a dark hour at a troubled time the Bride awaits His shout.  Her eyes like flint pierce the darkness with a steady gaze.  She does await His shout in a dark place in a troubled time.  Her lantern is His Light.  It does pierce the darkness in a troubled hour. 

In this troubled land, the Bride is like a man who stands upon a lake of glass in a frozen day.  In a moving step he hears the groaning ache of the ice below.  Is it under one’s foot or at a distance?  Does he step forward in a dark hour in a troubled time?  Does not wisdom consult God before the next step?  In perilous times, does not a man inquire of his Maker?  Is God’s hand too short that He cannot deliver?  But look up for your Deliverer draws nigh.  His hand is not shortened that He cannot save.  He will be your front guard and He will be your rear guard during times of peril in the dark hour in a troubled place upon the earth.       

There is a highway of time for both the robust vine and the River of Love.  They are recorded by the Ancient of Days.  It is a River of many eyes and mouths.   It flows in a dark place in a troubled time.  It captures the souls of men and they flow wherever the River flows.  But in its season the River subsides.  Yes its waters subside while the Bride stands.  But the vine continues to spread its canvass upon the earth and the locust abound.  Yeah, the vine is like a tent that smothers the earth.  The Bride does wait for His shout in a dark place during a troubled time in a challenged hour.  Even the Groom does await for the Father’s consent for no one knows the time of His shout. 

 

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AMEN

 

 

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