In birth pains the Spirit travails till at the last trumpet sound, at the crackling of a billion cosmic starbursts, when in the new world all creation sings to Heaven’s unveiling of Adam’s true sons and daughters— who having sharing in the sufferings of the Heavenly Man, shall now share in the glory of His comingKingdom.
In birth pains the Spirit travails until Adam’s true children— those justified through the faithful witness of the Heavenly Man; who at the resurrection of the New Humanity shall having shared in the sufferings of sonship be glorified to reign over the new creation— then shall the glory of God fill the earth, and justice for those who lost their rights— shall be its harvest.
Calling out our name I saw the moon in all its fullness rising, brilliant as crystal gold. It took its place over all earth’s horizons.
On that night a light shined and we heard its voice: “Behold, I give you the treasures of darkness; riches stored in secret places, that you may know that I am the Lord who summons you by name.”
We saw in the evening sky a light and heard its voice: “High up beyond this rising moon; here in heavenly realms I seat you— where over all nations I reign.
Here up on the high place— to you who are captive to me, I give gifts and make known mysteries of the coming age.”
I looked up into the clouds and saw the hand of God coming down to touch the hand of man. And when He did, He said, “In my image I have created you that in all things you may reflect my likeness.”
Rising from distant horizons I saw clouds ascending the gates of heaven.
Then across the way I saw the sun light the sky in so white a brilliance that all clouds melted in its presence. Surely, from its heat, nothing in all the earth is hidden.
So like the sun in all its brilliance does His face shine towards us— and with healing in His wings shall the Sun of Righteousness rise above you.
Calling out our name I saw the moon in all its fullness rising, brilliant as crystal gold. It took its place over all earth’s horizons. On that night a light shined and we heard its voice: “Behold, I give you the treasures of darkness; riches stored in secret places, that you may know that I am the Lord who summons you by name.”
Across the desert we saw the star ascending far off horizons; radiant beams fell down, giving us light, a sacred altar— it draws us near. From Heaven’s womb, a new age dawns, its rays give light. Now comes true all prophesies of Simeon: on the land of shadows, the light dawns, lions roar; to the dispossessed now comes Shiloh. To them the royal destiny, history-makers— He now restores.
On a starry night I saw an arrow shot through the darkness; lit with fire— it blazed high over the earth; in the shadow of His presence; my hand He steadies. The string tight now pulls. When grey skies resound with thunder, but the trumpet sounds “shoot,” aim it high! “For surely I tell you— “It will not return to me empty, but will achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”