Adventure with the King of Glory
Dreams & Visions

Adventure with the King of Glory

It was wee hours in the morning when I situated myself from the position of seeking God. Suddenly, a hunger so deep filled me and I began to speak in tongues and was shifted somewhere in the ethereal realm. Before me, is a hill where a cross stands and the one person that hangs in there is absorbing the darkness of the world, past, present and future. The scars on His body were so deep. His wounds were making it hard for Him to breathe. I gasped at the thought of Him being placed in such a brutal state. I could not look at Him for long as tears were…

Where the River Meets the Sea
Prophetic Poems

Where the River Meets the Sea

I thought I have slipped by mistakeIn the river flowing strongPushing me away–away from landIn the silence of a fading songAs I keep my breath, raising my handI’m drowning in, going in the depthsI must have lost myself in defeatBut suddenly the waters glowAs crystal fragments showAnd swarms of living creaturesFilled the waters with lifeAnd I’m there with the flowAnd breathing beneath the sightNo–I have not slipped by mistakeMy old comfort zone’s a fakeFor my home’s in this river of graceWhere it meets the sea in its wake From the Prophetic Collection, "Gates of the Shepherd" By Cyrustale