There is
water flowing in dry riverbeds. That which has been divided will be joined.
There will be reconciliation. Small fires will join to make a great fire.
I was walking
from my house in Brockley to the centre of London on one of my regular routes.
I had decided to change my route to pass through Camberwell and Kennington. As
I was walking through Peckham this Godfrey Birtill song began to run through my
mind.
ARE YOU READY, ready, ready?
A ring a ding a ding a ding.
Are you ready, ready, ready?
A ring a ding a ding a ding.
Are you ready, ready, ready?
A ring a ding a ding a ding
A ding a ding a ding a ding.
A ring a ding a ding a ding.
Are you ready, ready, ready?
A ring a ding a ding a ding.
Are you ready, ready, ready?
A ring a ding a ding a ding
A ding a ding a ding a ding.
Glory
in the kitchen, glory in the hall,
Glory in the living room, dining room and all.
Glory in the bathroom, angels sing,
Glory in the bedroom, sweet sleeping.
Glory in the garage, glory in the lounge,
The glory of the Lord's all over the house.
Glory in the living room, dining room and all.
Glory in the bathroom, angels sing,
Glory in the bedroom, sweet sleeping.
Glory in the garage, glory in the lounge,
The glory of the Lord's all over the house.
Glory
in the restaurant, glory in the pub,
Glory in prison, glory in the club.
Glory in the shops, glory in the park,
Glory in the bank and the cinema.
Glory in the dentists checking out your teeth.
The glory of the Lord is falling in the streets.
Glory in prison, glory in the club.
Glory in the shops, glory in the park,
Glory in the bank and the cinema.
Glory in the dentists checking out your teeth.
The glory of the Lord is falling in the streets.
Glory
on the bus, glory on the train,
Glory in the car, glory on the plane.
Glory when I run, glory when I hike,
Glory when I swim, glory on my bike.
Glory going to play, glory going to work.
The glory of the Lord is covering the earth.
Glory in the car, glory on the plane.
Glory when I run, glory when I hike,
Glory when I swim, glory on my bike.
Glory going to play, glory going to work.
The glory of the Lord is covering the earth.
I was
contemplating the old March for Jesus events when we walked through London with
thousands of people praising God on the streets. I was wondering whether it
would ever be possible to do so again. As I was walking through Bethwin Rd in
Camberwell I saw a picture as though a golden rain* was spreading out on either
side of me onto the houses and flats.
At about that time a friend sent me this
prophecy.
"Word for UK and Ireland 15 April 16
Graham Brown
I could see
spontaneous combustion, fires just igniting, they started around the middle of
the United Kingdom, and yet they were bursting out all over the place, right up
and down the land. And I could see spontaneous combustion, spontaneous
combustion. And I could see the fire coming together in a conflagration (large
extensive fire). I could just see the flames, coming together, coming together
in a conflagration. And I could hear praise, and worship, and glory to the
Lord. I could hear thousands upon thousands upon thousands upon thousands of
Christians. And I could see the whole of Ireland, not just the North. I could
see the whole of Ireland, spontaneous combustion of fires igniting. And many
people weeping and coming back to God. And I could see the whole of Ireland on
fire. I could see the conflagrations, to the glory of God, to the glory of God.
I could hear it, I could hear it, we were breaking through, breaking through.
We were there weeping. We had been fighting a battle, and it was Gods battle,
He was drawing alongside us, we were in the armour of God. And we were just
beginning to come from intercession into worship and into worship. And I could
see the spontaneous combustion, up and down, up and down, North, South, East
and West, up and down, up and down, up and down the land.
Val Williams
I could see
the oil pouring like a river, which was actually causing the fire, it’s the
oil. It was a river, I could see like a waterfall, it was just flowing, and it
was frothing and flowing, and there was a freedom in it, it was just pouring
down."
I texted back
to say that I was walking through Peckham, Camberwell and Kennington with the
song going through my head. The line that had most relevance was ‘the glory of
the Lord is falling in the streets’ and the line kept coming back and back and
back to my mind.
Often when the
Spirit touches me and I speak out I also cry (its very inconvenient) as I was
walking I felt the Spirit come on me, and tears came to my eyes. I could see in
my minds eye the glory of God falling on the streets. I was now in the area
between Kennington and Vauxhall. I texted my friend to explain what was
happening and she began to pray for more of the Spirit to move on me.
I walked
through Vauxhall Gardens and onto the bank of the Thames. From there I could
see the MI6 and MI5 buildings, I was walking past buildings that are used by
the Police and I was close to the buildings used by the National Crime Agency.
I could see Parliament in front of me. The Lord said that all of this was
irrelevant to what He was doing. A man in a suit carrying a briefcase walked
past me and the Lord repeated that the contents of the briefcase were
pointless.
As I came
closer to Parliament I came to Lambeth Palace, it seemed as if it was in
clearer light or clearer air than the buildings surrounding it. I crossed the
road intending to go into St Mary’s church bit it was closed for building
works. I felt in my spirit as though I was walking in the right direction
although I had intended to walk along the South Bank. I carried on south.
I had been
thinking earlier about the possibility of doing some kind of praise walk. I had
also noticed that my knees and my right foot were hurting. I had thought to
myself that if I was going to do something like a praise walk God would need to
give me the strength to do it. I got to a street corner and the Spirit told me
to turn left. As I did so I caught sight of the name of the street I was now
walking down, Hercules Road. It was as though the Spirit was saying ‘you
already have the strength.
I came to the
end of the road opposite the headquarters of a national Christian organisation
that has taken potentially controversial theological positions. The words that
came in the Spirit were for them ‘Preach the gospel, preach the salvation of
our God’. I stood for a while praying those words and the song in my head
changed ‘Come Lord Jesus Come’.
Walking past
Waterloo station I walked past some Jehovah’s Witnesses and felt for a few
seconds as though I had a wake like a boat that was spreading out and washing
over the banks around me. When I texted this to my friend she replied that she
had seen golden waves* moving out from where I walked and had felt the
vibration of it personally.
I went into a
nearby church; my intention was to share what I was seeing. There were a group
of musicians in there practicing some modern classical music. The sort that
needs lots of different drums, with disjointed rhythms and strange chords, all
really just a noise. There was also a lady off to one side with an oboe who was
doing something with her reed and was making a noise like a small duck.
The
Spirit was saying your music is discordant to me and brought Isaiah 58 to my
mind
1 Shout it aloud, do not hold back.
Raise your
voice like a trumpet.
Declare to my people their rebellion
and to the
descendants of Jacob their sins.
2 For day after day they seek me out;
they seem eager to know my
ways,
as if they were a nation that does what is right
and has not
forsaken the commands of its God.
They ask me for just decisions
and seem
eager for God to come near them.
3 ‘Why have we fasted,’ they say, ‘and you have not seen it?
Why
have we humbled ourselves, and you have not noticed?’ “Yet on the day of
your fasting, you do as you please
and exploit all your workers.
4 Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife, and in striking each other
with wicked fists.
You cannot fast as you do today
and expect your voice to be
heard on high.
5 Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,
only a day for people to humble themselves?
Is
it only for bowing one’s head like a reed
and for lying in sackcloth and
ashes?
Is that what you call a fast,
a day acceptable to the Lord?
6 “Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to
loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the
oppressed free
and break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry and
to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe them, and
not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
8 Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your
healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
and
the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.
9 Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will
cry for help, and he will say: Here am I. If you do away with the yoke of
oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,
10 and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the
needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and
your night will become like the noonday.
11 The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in
a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a
well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.
12 Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old
foundations; you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets
with Dwellings.
13 “If you keep your feet from breaking the Sabbath and from doing as you
please on my holy day, if you call the Sabbath a delight and
the Lord’s holy day honorable, and if you honor it by not going your own
way and not doing as you please or speaking idle words,
14 then you will find your joy in the Lord, and I will cause you
to ride in triumph on the heights of the land and to feast on the
inheritance of your father Jacob.”
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken.
I stayed to
pray in the church for a few minutes. As I was walking away the Spirit said
“Its time to clean My House”
I came out on
to the bank of the Thames and sat down feeling the Spirit lifting his hand from
me. As I got up to finish the walk the Spirit said that there was one more
thing that He wanted me to see.
My eyes fell on a tug pulling a rubbish barge
down the Thames towards the sea and at the same time I saw the dome of St
Paul’s, in the Spirit the two were connected as though the Lord was saying I am
going to take out the rubbish. As I stood watching this there was a sudden
strong wind blowing against my back.
Andy
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