AND THE WIND SHALL COME

Shall I not bring it forth?

Shall it not sweep the land?

The Wind

The strange wind

To act

It’s strange act

Bring forth a deluge of water

Let it border the east

The west

Let it overtake the cities

Even the boroughs

The Wind of My Spirit

The Water of My Word

Let it cover the earth as a blanket

The Wind shall cause everything to shake

To shake everything that can be shaken

To shake the wicked out of their hiding places

It’s strength will pick up the dust and leave it in an ash heap

Fit for removal

And the Wind shall come and sweep up crevices of 

North, south, east, west

The four corners of the earth.

To search for a man

Search/Examine his heart and know his way

Will he allow the Wind to sweep His temple?

Will he allow the rushing Water to cover his soul?

Let the Water of the Word do its perfect work

Its glorious work

The rushing Water shall pour over him

As he seeks for a grip

It covers the cities of sin and leaves them below water

But yet it cleanses the righteous soul

That he may become holy

The Wind knocks down what’s in its path

Enveloping His people yet/while

Casting out those fit for destruction

And the Wind shall come

And the deluge not far behind even at its heels.

photo credit art Esther Eun-Joo June 

June 28, 2016 Copyright 2016 Tiffany Parr