Bethlahem | melbourne press

The stones awake and wait to leap with joy, they proclaim

RESTORE! RESTORE! RESTORE!

The Nations came to break, deceive and destroy but He came to give life, rich and abundant, so shout!

“Blessed is He that comes in the name of the Lord”.

But the land is desolate and it’s enemy’s swarm over it, as locusts and life has lost its lustre. Piles of rubbish rot in the sun, where gardens should be.

‘Get the road ready for the LORD make a straight path’

‘Line it with Pomegranate bells, new vines and lilies’

The Kings grave is empty and the angels walk her narrow streets and sigh, as the merchants hang their wares and the Tribes cry against the wall. Another day in Jerusalem.

Satan sends battalion, after battalion, to seize it’s Holy earth and to snatch the mat from under the chosen race. Priests and Rabbis muddy the water, so the thirsty can’t drink, therefore the sheep dwell with snakes and snares, and Bethlehem languishes without the pilgrims prayer.

He wept when he saw her, just how she is today.

He rode on David’s donkey, sent to proclaim the King, As Solomon rode, did He, down the steep decent, as Judas fled to the alter, to cover his shameful sin.

His blood screams from the pathways.

“Glory to the Lion from the tribe of Judah”

Waiting on Heavens throne, for His Tribes to gather under His wings, as darkness brews and the ‘Day of the Lord’ approaches. Storms rise up from the shores. Run sweet Israel run , into the safe arms of your Lord.

Isaiah saw it, God proclaimed it and the finger wrote it on the wall. Gather your Levi’s and weep no more.

The King born of a virgin, publish it to the ends of the earth; that the world has been weighed in the balance and found wanting. He has the keys to Heaven and Hell, He descended to the pit and set the captives free. Hell cannot hold Him, Heaven proclaims Him and the Earth will crumble, when it sees Him.