Wholeheartedly

To my brothers and sisters whose

Spirit thirsts to see a throne of lapis lazuli 

and the figure of one radiating amber and brilliant fire.

The prophets of old are not:

irrelevant remnants of 

past civilizations and

figments of dust-coated prophecies.

The voice of the Almighty, those roaring undulations 

quicken hearts not already numbed by sensual pleasures.

He is one that sees, and the multitude of eyes on the rims of wheels 

passes over believers and nonbelievers alike.

               (I hold myself accountable for slips and failures.

                I hold myself accountable for when I have fallen under the comforts of this culture).

             

My hunger and thirst goes beyond the physical, and I

cannot stop myself from tumbling into greater encounters.

I prophesy that this will be a generation that repeatedly chooses you every single day.

I prophesy that convictions would occur, that repentance would lead towards greater devotion to you.

I prophesy that the church would not stumble and blur the lines of devotion to itself and devotion to you. 

I prophesy that men and women would give themselves to you wholeheartedly and not settle for anything less.