My chosen sons, My elect arise,
Unveiled before the watching eyes.
Here and there their voices sound,
Truth of My Son through earth resounds.
For blood once shed now speaks as life,
Flowing through them beyond all strife.
Yet many hear but cannot receive,
They choke on truth they can’t believe.
They cannot taste, they cannot chew,
The living word I speak as true.
For what I give is meat, not milk,
Not watered down, not smooth as silk.
Their mouths are graves, their throats decay,
Darkness their light from day to day.
They feast on shadows, call it bread,
Yet all the while their souls are dead.
But My elect have heard My voice,
And in My mysteries rejoice.
Through fire they walk, through flames refined,
Where understanding fills the mind.
My fire was never meant to destroy,
But forge My sons with strength and joy.
Their feet like bronze in fire made strong,
Have walked the path where few belong.
Through burning trials their steps were sealed,
And deeper truths to them revealed.
Through them My work shall come to birth,
My purpose rise upon the earth.
But many still drink soured wine,
Curdled milk of a dying line.
Even babes would turn away
From what the many drink today.
Their season fades like passing breath,
A whisper racing toward its death.
In riddles I have spoken long,
And sent delusions for the strong.
You did not see, nor understand,
For fire had not shaped your stand.
You slandered My Anointed One,
Denied the truth of My own Son.
You called Him liar, cursed His name,
Yet never saw from where He came.
You wait for kings with blinded sight,
While He already walks in light.
For Yeshua stands within your day,
Just as He promised, He would stay.
My word to you is foreign speech,
A tongue beyond your grasp to reach.
But to My elect its meaning clear,
For hearts awakened truly hear.
The hardened heart cannot perceive
The life My faithful ones receive.
Did I not harden Pharaoh’s heart?
Did I not play the sovereign part?
Through plague and fire My will was shown,
That all the earth might know My throne.
The promised land I set in sight,
A people walking in My light.
But now the many stand the same,
Pharaoh’s pride within their frame.
Blinded eyes and hardened will,
Yet think they serve My purpose still.
But none can serve Me by their own,
For flesh alone cannot atone.
Only hearts made new and whole,
Circumcised within the soul—
My chosen ones, My priestly line,
My holy nation set apart as Mine.
For obedience became their bread,
And by My fire their steps are led.
They stepped from boats to waters deep,
Where faith must walk and never sleep.
Upon My word they stand secure,
A path unseen yet strong and sure.
Hear now the mystery I declare:
The blood of My word flows living there.
Not water only, but life divine,
The nature of Messiah intertwined.
Not by their faith this truth began,
But by My Son alive in man.
And resting deep within My will,
Obedience grew strong and still.
For only fire can shape the way
Where bronze-forged understanding stays.
Now hear the warning carried on—
Jezebel, your hour has come.
The fire of redemption nears,
If you have hearts and eyes and ears.
My sword has gone into the land,
My word fulfilled by My command.
Rivers will flow where truth has bled,
From teachings by My servants spread.
Until the flood of truth will rise
Even to the horses’ bridled ties.
For now the time of mercy ends—
My winking stops, My justice sends.
