7 Whirlwinds

A dream, or perhaps a vision,
A thing that I must tell,
A whirlwind of the Spirit,
Pronouncing coming hell,
A whirlwind white and holy,
Buffeted on either side,
By blackness, hate and envy,
Left by all those lost who died.

Messiah is returning,
Judgment day is drawing near,
The final blowing trumpet,
The bride, she will appear,
From the midst of deep damnation,
The lost and lonely cry,
The churches condemnation,
As Jesus asks us 'Why?',
'I've come to set the record straight',
The Angel said to me,
'I'll show you now the heavenly gate,
I'll tell you of the fee,
You haven't preached the Word at all,
Only figments of your mind,
You left the sick and feeble there,
The deaf, the lame, the blind.'

'Ten Billion souls I'm counting,
As the ones that you have lost,
You took my life, I paid the price,
I didn't count the cost,
I gave you My Spirit,
I took your hurt and pride,
I anointed and baptised you,
Your sin I took inside,
I taught you, fed and watered you,
I gave you tongues of fire,
I gifted you and took your guilt,
Rescued you from out the mire.'

'You said that you would love Me,
You always would be true,
And yet you haven't heard Me,
Those things I said to you,
The time is getting late now,
The darkness closes in,
The time is now, to go out,
And bring the children in,
I've called them by My Spirit,
And placed them next to you,
I need you now to tell them,
Of the things I've done for you,
Tell them how I've suffered,
How I bled and died,
Then they will accept Me,
And I'll take them as My bride.'

After a re-occurring picture of seven whirlwinds, one white, surrounded by six black, I inquired of the Lord and this is what I felt Him say.
Steve Mott