Old Dog V
My Day Is Close
Bob Neumann, May 3, 1999
In the Camp of the Nicolaitans My Day is Close
For long many have cried “PEACE, PEACE” and have spoken of a harvest yet to come. Only they served with eloquent speech as season came and season passed. As the trumpet of Judgment sounds no longer will idle words be spoken, no longer will distraction and diversion rule in the camp of the Nicolaitans.
For all servants and those held inside the camp as bondservants shall the SPIRIT OF THE LIVING GOD be poured out upon. Upon the lowest to the highest WILL THE WORD OF GOD BE MANIFEST. For young and old, male and female, shall see dreams upon their beds. They shall walk through the Valley of Vision. They will proclaim the ORACLES OF GOD with stammering lips, with faltering language, and an utter lack of guile.
FOR I HAVE CALLED THEM TO TAKE THEIR INSTRUMENTS OF PLANTING AND THEIR TOOLS OF HARVEST TO THE FORGE OF GOD. IN MY PURE FIRE WILL THE WEAPONS OF THE FINAL WAR BE SHAPED AND TEMPERED.
FOR WHEN THE FINAL HARVEST COMES IN THE VALLEY OF DECISION AN UNKNOWN ARMY SHALL ARISE IN MY NAME AND CLAIM A HARVEST UNIMAGINABLE AS I GATHER THE MULTITUDES OF NATIONS, THE MULTITUDES OF PEOPLES TOGETHER FOR MY DAY.
MY DAY CHILDREN IS CLOSE AT HAND. IT IS NOT FAR OFF. FOR I HAVE PROMISED MYSELF THIS AND SPOKEN OF IT LONG AND OFTEN AS MY DAY ONCE AGAIN ESTABLISHED UPON THIS EARTH. A DAY OF DARKNESS, A DAY UNLIKE ANY SEEN SINCE THE CREATION OF THE COSMOS. FOR IT IS TRULY A GREAT AND TERRIBLE DAY AS I EXALT MYSELF UPON THE HEATHEN AND GLORIFY MYSELF UPON THE PEOPLES.
FOR THERE IS A REMNANT AMONG YOU IGNORED AND DESPISED. YET WHO STILL STANDS UPON MY WALLS, WHO GIVES ME NO REST TILL ONCE AGAIN THE WORDS HEPHZIBAH AND BEULAH COME FROM MY LIPS. THEY ARE THE CROWN IN MY HAND FOR THEY HOLD THE ENEMY PRESENTLY AT THE GATE.
THEY DO NOT DEFILE THEMSELVES AT THE TABLES OF THE UNGODLY. THEY DO NOT RUN AFTER EVERY LIE AND DECEPTION. THEY HOLD FAST UPON MY WORD AND STAND IN MY NAME.
THEY ARE THE PEOPLE WHO WORSHIP AT MY FOOTSTOOL, WHOSE LIPS ARE CLEANSED BY THE COALS FROM MY HOLY FIRE. LISTEN TO THEIR WORDS AND BELIEVE MY SERVANTS EVEN NOW AS I BLOW MY TRUMPETS.
selah….hine hu ba…
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