Peculiar Bronze Vessel

Concerning religion, of which the majority are fearfully drawn away, we hear a tolling, clashing bell, and see a swirling golden cup, mingled with blood. I know of the intercession; I know of the pouring out upon an anguished soul. I am distraught of ease, that my feet can bear no burden than Christ. I find joy in proclamation, though I sense a lurking danger; thus I fear to be caught unawares. The premonition of a foreboding judgment is in my eye, while the signs dictate the signs of the times.

I despise Egypt and its savor of deception. To what end is the adorning? How fleeting is the current life. Brethren, the days are sullen. The sun shines for a moment, then the sun burns. The sun shines for a moment, then the clouds assemble. The sun shines for a moment, then the rain falls. Then the storm, then disaster, then the plagues.

Truth must pierce the heart. The heart must be rent, for the garments are for beauty and glory, and the tabernacle of flesh is in the Holy of Holies. We have an high priest made of flesh, born of the spirit. His name is Emmanuel, Christ the Lord.

I reckon therefore that my soul be at peace when the heavens part. I reckon again that the vessel wherewith I am burned is invaluable, for sin is expensive. Intercede on the behalf of the children preparing for the end of intercession, the end of intercession, the end of intercession.

The weapons of our warfare are mighty through God to pull down the enemy with the sword of the Spirit and the shield of faith. We will fight. Every breach will be a stronghold. Every weakness will be strength. Every shout will be of triumph, for faith is the victory.

The peculiar brazen vessels are above, and fire burns their earthy feet. The Cup is mine to drink at the appointed time. Sobriety is my championship! I thank God for the bitterness of washing drunken dishes from the inside out. Yea, I pray you catch a glimpse of eternity.