Greetings, precious saints of God,
I recently had the privilege of speaking at a prophetic conference in South Africa, aimed at releasing the messengers of end time fire. The Word says that He makes His messengers flames of fire. Those who have read my Book of Endtime Fire will understand the depth of this concept and my measure of understanding (so far) as to how this will unfold.
On the very day (1st Sept) we were engaged in this prophetic mandate in Bloemfontein, the seat of the Judiciary in South Africa, Neville Johnson, a father to many in the bridal company, was taken home to receive his reward. Neville lived in Australia, the great southland of the Holy Spirit, and his going triggered something profound in the kingdom. Immediately, the Lord reminded me of Neville’s message on the changing of the guard which contained much revelation and understanding concerning the passing of the baton from the generation which has prepared the way in the last season to the generation who will run the last leg of the race.
The Lord had been sharing with me in the last while that we are entering the day of 3-fold things. This involves both the depth of revelation and understanding of heavenly things and also the hundred-fold harvest that emerges from those who have buried the seed of the Word in the good soil of their hearts. One seed falls to the ground and dies in order to yield a rich harvest of end-time harvesters.
I had the sense that the Lord will be taking many home to their reward amongst the saints in these days, and as we see this unfold, we must understand that they go to take their places in the heavenly side of the army of God; to carry out the portion God has appointed them in ushering in the days of glory poured out amidst dense darkness on the earth. Their places will be taken by a multitude of prepared bridal saints who are then released to carry out their end time mandates.
God once said to me that I place far too much emphasis on life on this earth; that He holds His saints in the palm of His hand and deploys them as He sees fit to bring His eternal purposes to completion.
As I awoke in the early morning of Friday, the 6th of September, the lines of a poem began to flow through my heart and I understood the Spirit was releasing the sound which encapsulated what this next chapter will contain, shown at the bottom of this post. May the words I have recorded here inspire fresh light, prophetic paintings and songs which powerfully declare the blueprint for the season we step into. May they ignite the flame within your own hearts so that its bursts into a fierce fire that carries the heart of a jealous, loving God to a world lost and wandering in desert places.
I leave you with one last deep sentence which the Spirit whispered to me in the days following the conference:
“You must stop dwelling on earth and dwell fully in your appointed place in heavenly places in Christ’.
Herein is our safety, sanity and peace.
In His service,
The Changing of the Guard (recorded 6th September 2019)
The cloak of mourning clouds the sky
while angel songs are heard on high
and some are snatched while others sleep.
The river wide is also deep,
and understanding heavenly things
is only portioned to the kings,
while others scratch their heads and cry
“Why is it that the young must die?”
and ancient songs are sung again
while fear grips the hearts of men
as God now rides in stormy skies.
Where are the teachings of the wise
Who shine as stars against the night
and give the saints their heavenly light?
and Wisdom’s counsel beat strikes hard
amidst the changing of the guard
One brought near and two are born.
The great and dreadful Day now dawns.
The double portion army rides;
a fiery trail blazed through the skies
and heaven and earth together sing
It is the day of 3-fold things.
The Lion’s roar is heard again
as judgment falls like beating rain
and justice lines are drawn and marked,
while remnant seed hides in the ark
and ‘Holy, Holy’ now they sing
beneath the shelter of His wing
As fire consumes the wood and chaff.
And all who shook their heads and laughed
at prophet warnings, tremble now
and every knee before Him bows.
His messengers of fire arise
propelled by zeal, His fiery eyes
are searching now both high and low
Where are the ones who say, “I’ll go”
and scan the byways east to west
and call men to the wedding fest
Where are My saints willing to die
to gather in what souls are Mine?
The ancient scroll is near complete,
Let’s lay the harvest at His feet
and cast our crowns before the throne.
And wave on wave of plowmen come,
marching now to Heaven’s drum.
Cutting words, engraving deep
the broken heart of God Who weeps
at those who’ve turned their hearts away
and wandered from the narrow way.
And early rains compact the ground
where dead seed lies, a locked up sound.
Then miracle! His fiery breath
and beating heart begins to form
and stretch Hope fingers to the warmth
as Living Rays of Light now come
and draw potential from earth’s womb,
and green shoots break out of the tomb
and cast aside death veils and doom.
The whisper beats of Father’s love
encoded in the scroll above
caress the face of all to come
and powerful cry of battle won
resounds decree that it is done!
And all rise up for He has come!
And soft, the hum of each one’s song
vibrates and resonates within
as worship rises to their King.
and Heaven and earth converge as one;
a symphony in Christ the Son.
And all creation, wave on wave
resounds and echoes perfect praise.
and Hope breath stokes the DNA
of all that God would like to say
through vessels yielded to His call,
the ones who’ve come and given all;
the harvesters who break new ground
to shout aloud, release their sound.
The Lamb, once slain, deserves to see
His fruit, the weight of Victory.
The mourning veil is stripped away
and gladness greets a whole new Day.
The ticking clocks of some are stilled,
while others rise to do His will.
The glory train approaches fast
and one is breathing out his last.
A twinkling pause, a heartbeat stills;
He executes His perfect will.
As one is changed to glory robes,
another tills and starts to sow.
The remnant seed now takes its place,
the final leg of History’s race.
A sheaf is plucked and gently placed,
its course complete, to see His face,
As birdsong wakes another wave,
a new leaf turns, silences grave.
The Book of Life has come to pass
and glory crowns are falling fast.
A teardrop falls: the Gardener’s hand.
We’re hearing now the thunder band.
The turning of the clock of God
unlocks the vault on mortal sod
and lighting up the morning sky,
He plucks the apple of His eye.
The waiting world has yet to see
the force of what will be will be.
The horses ride the paths long trod
the hoofbeats of the heart of God.
The former reigns now sing again,
join stanzas of the latter rain.
The Moses strains unleash their song:
The Opus of the Lamb of God
And all creation joins refrain,
The ancient stave the glory plays;
The changing guard; a symphony
to 3-in-1 and One in Three.
Author: Christine Beadsworth
Christine Beadsworth lives in Somerset West, South Africa. She is an artist, poet and speaker, also writing and publishing articles under the ‘Fresh Oil Releases’ banner. She has authored several books, which she offers for free on her blog, Fresh Oil Releases. In 2017, she started a new site for posting her podcasts, called Fresh Air Releases.
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