When Heaven Whispers, “Go”

We wait for skies to open wide, for signs and trumpets loud,

While heaven pleads in still, small ways beneath a veiling cloud.

We measure faith in measured steps, in schedules tightly spun,

Yet Christ once ran with bloody feet beneath a setting sun.

We guard our comfort like a crown, protect our days from strain,

Yet angels watch with furrowed brows—we’ve traded fire for rain.

The altar cools, the echoes fade, the lamps grow faint and dim—

Not for lack of Word or truth, but lack of faith in Him.

Revival does not wait for ease, nor tremble at the cost—

It shakes the dust from weary knees and weeps for what was lost.

It does not ask for perfect hands, nor wealth, nor worldly might—

It looks for hearts that simply burn, and rise to pierce the night.

So go—not when the time feels safe, or when the road is clear—

But now, while stars still hold their post, and souls draw ever near.

For when the Lord shall split the skies and time shall be no more,

May He find us spent, but burning still, outside our comfort’s door.

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