From: Sophereth at Kirjath Sepher
To: His prophetic intercessors.
To: His prophetic worshipers.
To: His prophetic scribes
. we have been through some ‘difficult’ intercession lately.
. today, we see the slightest, slightest, turning.
. in the nation, in the nations.
. a ‘breather’, if you will.
. we have to ‘double down’ now in worship.
. in order to live, in order to write, in order to renew our strength,
. and because our Love for HIM has always and always will come first.
. I want to write to you, dear one, an old poem that has meant so much to me in my journey through the years.
. I don’t know exactly who wrote it.
. possibly Hannah Hurnard:
My bonds are very very strong
I never can go free.
To Holy Love I now belong
And He belongs to me.
And all the power of earth and heaven,
Into my Love-chained hands is given.
Controlled by Him I have no might
To let self plan or choose.
But this control is my delight
And freedom I refuse.
The King of Love as Lord I own,
And sit with Him upon His throne.