Is not my Word like a hammer?

Is it not a fire?

Do I not take you through the furnace of affliction to fashion you into an instrument of warfare?

Will you not rise up and refute every tongue that accuses you?

Is not this the vindication of the righteous?

Will you not rise up and pursue your enemies until you over take them and crush them under your feet?

Will you not beat them as fine dust and scatter them into the wind!

So rise up and pursue!!!

Rise up and thresh for I have made you a threshing instrument in the hand of the Lord!!!

Rise up for the day is at hand the trumpet is being blown in the land
I am setting my commands in order.

I am setting the battle display in array,

For the great and might day of war that is at hand!

So Rise up!

Take your place!

The Battle Belongs to the Lord!

For My Holy Ones and the Saints shall see me coming through the fields,

Garments stained with blood,

As I work out salvation throughout the earth.

Rise up!

The hour is at hand!

The Trumpets Are About to Blow!!!!

Releasing my Redemptive

Purpose throughout the lands!

Yeshua’s burning love,

Kathleen Pirl