A dream once held, will last forever.

The Desert of Waiting

Like Israel in the 🏜 Desert,

Yes, you walk through drought — unseen, unknown.

The world believes your faith has flown.

But I am the God who tests in drought,

to draw the idols of fear out.

You shall not blend with false delight,

nor darken the lamp that guards your night.

Though you are small, though mocked, though few,

My covenant still burns in you.

Your sufferings are seeds of future peace,

your prayers shall bring the rains’ release.

For nations may rise and powers may fall,

but My Word shall stand through it all.

12. The Prophecy of Renewal

And I speak again, O children of the southern flame:

I have not forgotten your father’s Name.

The covenant made with trembling hands,

sealed with tears upon your lands —

I remember it still.

For though many turned aside in fear,

I see the faithful who still draw near.

Your hope is not lost — only buried deep,

like wheat that dies before it leaps.

There shall come a season when faith will rise,

when churches awaken, when tears baptize.

The song of Zion will once more ring

through the tongues of those who still call Me King. Glory to God