Prophetic Voice

PROPHETIC DECREE from LORD to HIS BELOVED


I am igniting the hidden embers within you.
The fire you thought was gone is rekindling;

My Spirit broods over your ashes to call forth new flame.

The oil of revelation is being poured into the secret chambers of your spirit.
 
I am unlocking places long sealed—rooms within your soul that
 I Myself designed for communion.
This is the time of divine alignment.
What was scattered shall be gathered. 

I am weaving destinies together with threads of fire and gold.
The warfare you endured has not gone unnoticed.
I am releasing angels of deliverance and justice to move swiftly on your behalf.

I am speaking to the nations through My remnant. 
A prophetic company is arising with the thunder of My Word
in their mouths and purity in their hearts.

The seals are breaking. My hidden ones will now emerge,
 carrying the scrolls of My wisdom and judgments. 

They shall walk among rulers and kings as My witnesses.
The blessing is being restored.

You shall no longer walk in the shame of past seasons. 
Rise, My beloved,
for your name is being called in heaven's court.

The gates are opening before you
The trumpet has sounded in Zion.
The burning ones arise.
I have summoned My warriors from every hidden place, 
from wilderness and cave,
from city and secret watchtower. 

The fire is kindled upon their foreheads, and they march in rhythm with My breath.

The books of remembrance are opened.
Names are being summoned to the frontline. 
These are those who wept in the night, who warred in silence,
who fasted though unseen. 
I, the Lord of Hosts, now clothe them in armor not forged by man.

I release a new language of war.
Tongues that tear through atmospheres. 
Praise that cracks open prisons. Worship that is a weapon. 
Watch now as even children sing, and strongholds shatter.

The shield of My presence surrounds you.
Do not be dismayed at the dark clouds rising—they are not for 
your destruction but your unveiling.

The enemy sees the army, but I see My Bride clothed in glory and readiness.

The spirit of intercession will fall like fire. Groanings will be loosed.
 Songs will turn to swords. 

The altars of old shall be rebuilt,
and the incense of the righteous shall
provoke angelic response.

I am sending My messengers into governments, schools, prisons, and pulpits. 

They will not speak like men—they will roar like lions.
They will not entertain—they will dismantle darkness.

Chaos will try to rise. But so shall My glory.
In the shaking, My remnant will dance upon the ruins of idols. 

They will not mourn the collapse, but build what is holy in its place.

I give My generals dreams in the night, scrolls in the spirit,
divine codes in their language. 
The enemy cannot interpret what I speak in fire.

Stay close to Me, and I will give you secrets of war.
You will war, but not in vain. You will march, but not weary.

The harvest will come in waves. 
My angel hosts go before you.
Nations shall shake.
Thrones shall fall.
My Kingdom will rise through you.

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