Greetings, precious saints of God,

 

I recently had the privilege of speaking at a prophetic conference in South Africa, aimed at releasing the messengers of Endtime fire. The Word says that He makes His messengers flames of fire. Those who have read my Book of Endtime Fire will understand the depth of this concept and my measure of understanding (so far) as to how this will unfold. On the very day (1st Sept) we were engaged in this prophetic mandate in Bloemfontein, the seat of the Judiciary in South Africa, Neville Johnson, a father to many in the bridal company, was taken home to receive his reward. Neville lived in Australia, the great southland of the Holy Spirit and his going triggered something profound in the kingdom. Immediately the Lord reminded me of Neville's message on the changing of the guard which contained much revelation understanding concerning the passing of the baton from the generation which has prepared the way in the last season to the generation who will run the last leg of the race.

 

The Lord had been sharing with me in the last while that we are entering the day of 3-fold things. This involves both depth of revelation and understanding of heavenly things and also the hundred-fold harvest that emerges from those who have buried the seed of the Word in the good soil of their hearts. One seed falls to the ground and dies in order to yield a rich harvest of end-time harvesters. I had the sense that the Lord will be taking many home to their reward amongst the saints in these days, and as we see this unfold, we must understand that they go to take their places in the heavenly side of the army of God; to carry out the portion God has appointed them in ushering in the days of glory poured out amidst dense darkness on the earth. Their places will be taken by a multitude of prepared bridal saints who are then released to carry out their endtime mandates. God once said to me that I place far too much emphasis on life on this earth; that He holds His saints in the palm of His hand and deploys them as He sees fit to bring His eternal purposes to completion.

 

As I awoke in the early morning of Friday, the 6th September, the lines of a poem began to flow through my heart and I understood the Spirit was releasing the sound which encapsulated what this next chapter will contain. May the words I have recorded here inspire fresh light, prophetic paintings and songs which powerfully declare the blueprint for the season we step into. May they ignite the flame within your own hearts so that its bursts into a fierce fire that carries the heart of a jealous, loving God to a world lost and wandering in desert places.

 

I leave you with one last deep sentence which the Spirit whispered to me in the days following the conference:

 

"You must stop dwelling on earth and dwell fully in your appointed place in heavenly places in Christ'.

 

Herein is our safety and peace.

In His service,

Christine

 

The Changing of the Guard  - 6th September 2019

The cloak of mourning clouds the sky

While angel songs are heard on high

And some are snatched while others sleep

The river wide is also deep

And understanding heavenly things

Is only portioned to the kings

While others scratch their heads and cry

Why is it that the young must die?

And ancient songs are sung again

While fear grips the hearts of men

As God now rides in stormy skies

Where are the teachings of the wise

Who shine as stars against the night

And give the saints their heavenly light?

And Wisdom's counsel beat strikes hard

Amidst the changing of the guard

One brought near and two are born

The great and dreadful Day now dawns

The double portion army rides

A fiery trail blazed through the skies

And heaven and earth together sing

It is the day of 3-fold things.

The Lion's roar is heard again

As judgment falls like beating rain

And justice lines are drawn and marked

While remnant seed hides in the ark

And 'Holy, Holy' now they sing

Beneath the shelter of His wing

As fire consumes the wood and chaff

And all who shook their heads and laughed

At prophet warnings, tremble now

And every knee before Him bows.

His messengers of fire arise

Propelled by zeal, His fiery eyes

Are searching now both high and low

Where are the ones who say, "I'll go"

And scan the byways east to west

And call men to the wedding fest

Where are My saints willing to die

To gather in what souls are Mine?

The ancient scroll is near complete,

Let's lay the harvest at His feet

And cast our crowns before the throne

And wave on wave of plowmen come

Marching now to Heaven's drum.

Cutting words, engraving deep

The broken heart of God Who weeps

At those who've turned their hearts away

And wandered from the narrow way.

And early rains compact the ground

Where dead seed lies, a locked up sound.

Then miracle! His fiery breath

Now resurrects

And beating heart begins to form

And stretch Hope fingers to the warmth

As Living Rays of Light now come

And draw potential from earth's womb

And green shoots break out of the tomb

And cast aside death veils and doom.

The whisper beats of Father's love

Encoded in the scroll above

Caress the face of all to come

And powerful cry of battle won

Resounds decree that it is done!

And all rise up for He has come

And soft, the hum of each one's song

Vibrates and resonates within

As worship rises to their King.

And Heaven and earth converge as one

A symphony in Christ the Son

And all creation, wave on wave

Resounds and echoes perfect praise.

And Hope breath stokes the DNA

Of all that God would like to say

Through vessels yielded to His call,

The ones who've come and given all;

The harvesters who break new ground

To shout aloud, release their sound.

The Lamb, once slain, deserves to see

His fruit, the weight of Victory.

The mourning veil is stripped away

and gladness greets a whole new day.

The ticking clocks of some are stilled,

While others rise to do His will.

The glory train approaches fast

And one is breathing out his last,

A twinkling pause, a heartbeat stills;

He executes His perfect will

As one is changed to glory robes,

Another tills and starts to sow.

The remnant seed now takes its place,

The final leg of History's race.

A sheaf is plucked and gently placed,

Its course complete, to see His face,

As birdsong wakes another wave,

A new leaf turns and stills the grave.

The Book of Life has come to pass

And glory crowns are falling fast.

A teardrop falls: the Gardener's hand.

We're hearing now the thunder band.

The turning of the clock of God

Unlocks the vault on mortal sod

And lighting up the morning sky,

He plucks the apple of His eye.

The waiting world has yet to see

The force of what will be will be.

The horses ride the paths long trod

The hoofbeats of the heart of God.

The former reigns now sing again,

Join stanzas of the latter rain.

The Moses strains unleash their song

The Opus of the Lamb of God

And all creation joins refrain,

The ancient stave the glory plays

The changing guard a symphony

To 3-in-1 and One in Three.