The Anointing

September 3, 2021 3:01 AM
Ruth Johnson

The anointing, My follower,
The anointing, My friend,
The anointing is coming again!
Are you prepared, My child?
Prepared to receive
The anointing for the end?
I need you, My soldier,
I call you, My slave,
My servant, My worker, My Bride!
May the righteous not falter
From My Holy Altar,
And from My Light do not hide!
This will prove to be a wild ride!
One you have not been on
For a very long time!
My apostles of old
And disciples untold,
The flames at Pentecost
Did behold.
The people all there
Heard their prayer
In diverse tongues
That the battle was won
By the King Who was hung
On the cross.
He arose to My Throne,
His True Home
And opened the door
For the lost.
His sheep were all scattered,
To Him all that mattered
Was for them to return to the fold.
The deception and lies
Of the wool wearing wolves
At the time had taken strong hold.
The Man crucified
In a gory tide
Of water and blood
Disappeared from His tomb!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
He won!
He appeared to his flock,
Five hundred or more,
Unscathed, walking around.
Then ascended in clouds,
A glistening Dove,
To return to His Father Above.
He sent the Spirit
Forty days later
To anoint the ones of His Great Love,
So they could spread the news,
The Messiah did not lose,
In contrast, He conquered death!
And in His passing,
And in His rising,
He bestowed on us new breath!
The Spirit came
Like a circle of flame
And anointed the heads
Of the frightened believers.
Their fear vanished,
They boldly preached
To all who would be receivers
Of the Great Commission
To spread the Word
To the ends of the earth,
And they were heard.
They healed the sick,
Raised the dead,
Were chased from town to town.
When finally caught
Their accusers slayed them,
And they laid their mortal bodies down,
And rose to their Friend,
Their Brother, their Saviour,
With a cry of a joyful sound!
They then were anointed
With heavenly ointment
With a scent not on earth to be found.
Their filthy clothes
Exchanged for white robes,
They joined the celestial crowd.
An anointing is nigh
From the Almighty on High,
El Shaddai no Adonai,
Who sent His Son
For us to die
And break the hold
Of original sin
So into heaven
We all could come in.
Are you there, My followers?
Are you prepared, My friends,
My brothers and sisters,
For the anointing again?
And bring this world
To its prophesied end?
Open your eyes,
Look to the skies,
Raise your hands,
Speak My Name
In Holy Praise,
And I Will send the Comforter
To help you through
The final days!