Dread warrior
Dread warrior
Jeremiah 20:11
Jeremiah 20:11
by Joel Howard
In a dream
I saw the Lord
His back of course
He was a dread warrior
The room was fire
My heart was warm
Jesus was here
In our living room
The room was fire
Full of fire
He was the fire
All Consuming Fire!
The room was fire
Full of fire
He was the fire
All Consuming Fire!
I am undone
Woe is me!
I woke up crying
And shivering
I have heard of visitations
Around the world
Jesus showing up
To children abroad
Never thought
I would see him
But in my dream
As we prayed, he appeared
He walked in the room
Full of sweat and blood
The crucified King
The Lamb that was slain
Just like Aslan
C.S. Lewis must have seen
And I, Lucy
Going in for the embrace
But before I awoke
I saw 150 agonized faces
In a split second
Faces in hell, flashing before me
I woke up shivering
Reached for a blanket
I woke up weeping
Tears rolling down my face
I awoke my wife
Who was also in the dream
Praying with me
It is 3:30am
I wept and wept
At the horror and beauty
Of seeing the Lord
The angel of the LORD
My dream had been one
Of provision upon provision
Abundance upon abundance
and of my brothers and sisters
And each time my wife
And I prayed, we resolved
To pray again and again
Until shouting she said,
"He's here!"
And I looked
I looked at my
Dread warrior
The vision will never leave me
Jesus came to encourage me
It is a vision for the church
Not just for me
Not sure why
Not sure for when
But Jesus came
In my dream
It was a dream of fire
A dream of the angel of the LORD
And when I awoke I sang
It was the song that had
Been in my dream
And Sophia and I in the dream
Had been chanting:
"Let your fire come
Let your fire fall down
Let your fire come
Let your fire fall down"
That had been our prayer
That we resolved over
And over to pray
Until he came
I knew it was a dream
For the world
For my leaders
For the church
It was a dream of the
Beloved coming to
His bride in the night
In Song of Songs 5
"Open to me my sister
My love, my dove,
My perfect one,
For my head is wet
With dew, my locks
With the drops of
the night." He was
dripping
And I thought of the
Passover, the blood of the
Lamb covering the house
It was the angel of the LORD
It was my suffering Savior
Here to encourage
And I saw him, but I
didn't see his face
I went in for the embrace
And then saw the faces
Of hundreds of agonized
people suffering in hell
It was my dream
Now I am a mess
I am messed up
Because I have seen him
I wept and spoke
With my wife for hours
Taking time
To process it of course
It is not a dream for me
But one for all of us
For God showed up
And he is with us
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The more I pray about this dream, the word "fire" seems to be the theme - God coming as an all consuming fire. The Lord coming as a dread warrior.
