As I was worshiping on the morning of July 1, I received the words of a poem which refers to the release of His hidden remnant.
When a harvest of grain has been brought in, most of it is stored for food. A small remnant is kept or reserved for the next sowing. The farmer does not set aside diseased seed or inferior seed. He chooses seed that is healthy and strong; seed which carries the DNA for an excellent harvest. He saves the best til last.
By this definition, the remnant of God’s excellent seed that is intended to bring forth the final great harvest has been set apart and stored until the appointed time when they are sown by the hand of God in the earth. Until the time of sowing, the remnant seed lies hidden in the seed pouch. Only the hand of God has access to this place and at the moment decreed by the Father, He lays hold of this remnant in His hand and scatters them all over the plowed earth. As they fall to the ground, the clock of Heaven records that the last season of God’s great plan for this earth has now begun and His final wave of messengers have been released.
Before the sowing occurs, the remnant seed has been in close fellowship within the pouch. The sound each one carries has not been heard in the world at large. They are removed from the pouch in order to release a new sound in the earth; a sound Heaven has reserved for this specific time. The other remnant seed has been privy to a portion of this sound as the set-apart remnant has been closely associated in this place of hiddenness. But at the time of sowing, there comes separation and an impartation of power from the hand of God to move each one into place as the wind of the Spirit decides. They are the sons or seed of God led by the Spirit of God and the freshly broken portion of earth they fall to has never seen them before.
Here is what the Spirit spoke concerning this remnant:
My holy remnant
Shut up and stayed
Reserved and hidden
Kept for this day
My holy remnant
Clothed all in white
Pure and holy
Clean in My sight
My holy remnant
Filled with My power
My battle bow
Released in this hour
rightly dividing,
speaking My Word
arrows of judgment
Truth they have heard
My weapon of war
Polished and honed
Carrying My fire
Deep in their bones
Born for this moment
Faces unknown
My holy remnant,
Finishing stone.
Some say apostate,
But this is My Bride
Blessed and broken
Poured from My side
Some call it darkness
But this is My light
Sent through the earth
Filled with My might
Some call it error
But this is My word
Released this moment
Fiery and pure
Some say ‘diablos’
But this is My seed
Sons who are faithful
With whom I am pleased.
My flames of fire
Kindled this night
Torch of My power
Burning and bright
My righteous scepter
Moved by My hand
Bringing My kingdom
Throughout the land.
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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Micah 5:7-8
“And the remnant of Jacob shall be in the midst of many people as a dew from the LORD, as the showers upon the grass, that tarrieth not for man, nor waiteth for the sons of men.”
“And the remnant of Jacob shall be among the Gentiles in the midst of many people as a lion among the beasts of the forest, as a young lion among the flocks of sheep: who, if he go through, both treadeth down, and teareth in pieces, and none can deliver.”
I love that, Francisco Frontera! Lately, the LORD has been speaking to me in the rain. Last night there was a tornado nearby and torrential downpours. I felt His fury and even His correction in the thunder and the wind. Then the thunder tamed like gentle drum rolls and I could feel His reassurance, but He had to cause the extreme weather to get my attention, as I was looking everywhere but to Him for direction and peace. Sometimes when I’m surrendered to His will, He sends gentle refreshing rain to shower down His Holy kisses on me too, to tell me He is pleased. Life with the Bridegroom is a like a dance, it can be terrible when I step on His toes, or wonderful when I just let Him lead. He courts us here on earth, to give us just a taste of the Fullness of His Promises to come. 💦
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Amen, Christine.
I was reminded of this scripture, John 12:24
I am inclined to believe that martyrdom and the harvest will go hand in hand.
in many cases, yes, Sujit, but the Western church is unprepared for martyrdom. At the very least, we have to learn how to take up our cross daily and die completely to our own plans, desires etc. We are not our own. Only when we have learned how to do this daily will prospective martyrdom not strike fear in our hearts. Scripture says we have died and our lives are hidden with Christ in God, but do we really live like this ?….
Amen Sister Cristine , it is all a matter of perspective . As long as a person thinks this life is important , they will act accordingly . Modern society in the west has created a generation of – self absorbed Me people – and because they are all that is important , they are cowards & will always take the easy way . A purpose higher than self is no longer a part of western society and the prosperity gospel has created a me generation in the Church . Till a person understands from the moment they get saved ( step 1 ) they are on a mission from CREATOR , and anything we do outside that mission is folly / self indulgence . No matter if we die or get raptured , we are going to the same place , the only difference is the exit door . Blessings
You raise a very valid concern, Christine. It is something we would all do very well to ponder often, even as we live out our daily lives.
That was so BEAUTIFUL! Loved the comparison to the seed and God’s remenant people! Thank you Father for this revelation!
That one made me tear up…thank you for sharing!
Thank you for Christine for this post…need to meditate on what you have shared here.
The poem is powerful in its sobering beauty of the commissioning.
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