Poem\\\TO WHOM DOES MY AFFECTION BELONG? ///Poem

There is a battle for our affection

A battle for our affection towards God the Father

We must turn our face towards Him

For many

They have lost their first love

We have turned to idols 

It is time to repent

Turn our hearts back to the Father

We have placed our trust in the arm of flesh

In turn, consider our ways

Walked in the way of sinners

Put money in a bag with holes in it

Spent money on those things that were not bread

In turn, consider our ways

Our hearts have been lifted up in pride 

We’ve been insensitive 

Oh Lord, rain down Your righteousness on us!

We have not placed our ear on the breast of Christ

To hear His heartbeat

We must turn back and search for the highway of holiness. 

Only the hungry will find Him,

Only the poor in spirit will reach Him 

Only the holy will see Him

A lowly/humble and contrite heart He will not reject

Through much tribulation we enter the kingdom of heaven.

He’s put out a call to us:

 Arise, Come up higher, 

Come to the Marriage ceremony, 

Come to meet Me. 

Seek Me while I may be found, 

But we have not hearkened to His voice.  

We continue to play with our “toys”.  

Distracted from His presence.

Sinners and harlots are entering into the kingdom of heaven before the children of light.  

Those that appear “less converted” 

The desperation of their heart has yielded a sure foothold in the kingdom.

God has gone to the highways

The byways 

that His house may be full  

He is no respecter of persons.  

He’s convicting His children 

chastening His sons

That they may turn to Him

The flames are turned up 7x hotter to purify us

That after we have been processed we will come forth as gold.

This chastening is not pleasant but to join His end-time army

Lay aside the weights and sins which easily beset us 

Repent and turn

Search for the highway of holiness

Seek that heavenly city!

Seek that heavenly city whose builder and maker is God

For. I. am.

A Pilgrim in this town

A foreigner

And my citizenship is in heaven

I’ve sung the song of the Lord in a strange land.

The narrow way, even reach the gates

I must pass through

We’ve poured out our living into broken cisterns that can hold no water.

OH GOD, HEAL OUR BACKSLIDINGS for they are many!

We must find the narrow way, the Door, and search diligently for our King.

We must repent and turn back to Him, those who have lost their first love.

Our heart

Our affection

Our attention.

God is calling out in our garden (of Eden),

“WHERE ARE YOU?”

“WHERE ARE YOU, MY PEOPLE?  TURN, TURN MY PEOPLE, BACK TO ME. COME OUT FROM AMONG THEM AND BE YE SEPARATE.  THEN I WILL RECEIVE YOU”

Once we abide in the vine

Attach ourselves to Him

Cling to Him

Become engrafted into the Vine

We must deal severely with our sin and cut it off.

Those things that bind us

Those things that hinder us

Cut off our sin and the weight which easily besets us.

Deal severely with our sin.

Pluck out our eye

Cut off our leg

Break off our arm

That which is causing us to sin

That which draws us away and entices us with our own lust.

Cut off the hook which is fastened to your mouth

Sever the tie

Remove the log from your eye

Detach yourself from that which holds your gaze

That which causes you to linger.

Deny becoming that salt pillar!

Fix your face like a flint towards Christ

Pitch your tent, not toward Sodom

But toward that city, whose builder and maker is God

Zion.

Selah

Zion.

Selah

The Son shines as light His brightness fills the land

King Jesus

Redeemer,

Intercessor

Lord

Turn back My people

Leaders, distinguish between the holy and the profane

Then, and only then, can you be My spokesman

You have lost your distinction in Me

You have lost your peculiarity in Me

Your uniqueness

Examine your heart

Examine yourselves to see whether you are in the faith

Seek cleansing by the washing of the water of the Word

Purified through His blood

Serve Me with fastings and prayers

Kneel down

May your knees hit the altar

Lay prostrate before Me

That place which is designated for holy ground.

Put a guard around it.

Guard & Protect it

That sacred Altar

Designated for holiness

Where your flesh comes to die.

For your life is hidden in Christ with God 

That life that now appears is Christs’ resurrection power living through me.

Always ready to set the captive free

Always ready to dispense wisdom to save souls

Always ready to endure the fire and not be burned.

Ready to abide in the shadow of the Almighty.

Come to Me those who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest for your souls

My yoke is easy and burden is light

I will keep you in perfect peace 

whose eyes are stayed on Me

Because He trusts in thee.

For Wisdom calls from the streets

The fear of the Lord is the beginning of it,

Therefore, set your affection on those things which are above

Let your heart be laid bare

Esteem Him

Lay aside your idols little children

Hold back lip service

Give Him your whole heart

One hundred percent beaming

Trusted

One He can strongly support

Let your words be few

Your wisdom peaceable

Your words filled with grace

He is our all in all….

Selah

He that has an ear to hear, let him hear what the Spirit of the Lord says to His church.

6/14/22 - Prophetic Poem, “To Whom Does My Affection Belong?”  

by Tiffany Parr Ⓒ Copyright 2022

Poem corresponding to word of exhortation “The Battle For Our Affection”  by Tiffany Parr

Ⓒ Copyright 2022