The Prophesy of Jonah
“Jonah calls from deep below,
Inside the fish I sent to swallow
Him and his plan to escape My Word.
His three – day solitude is a symbol:
Death and resurrection of Thee; the Lord.
For three days in the tomb Thee shall lie,
Then up in grandeur! The Trinity glorify!
Mighty fish! Spew out thy captive!
Jonah was like the dead, but now alive.
The Symbolism of Prophesy
“More and more voices I shall command;
More and more prophets to herald Thy time.
Micah! Nahum! Obadiah!
Haggai! Zephaniah! Zachariah!
Tell of My Son; Spread hope o’er the land!
Prophesy! Prophesy! Declare it in rhyme!
Tell of His coming in lowly estate;
Tell of Him entering Jerusalem gate.
Tell of the donkey He’ll borrow to ride
To eventual death as The Crucified.
“Hark! Son, the purpose unfolds!
Hark! Now, my prophets arise.
How they Lament evil intent;
Warn Nations with woeful cries.
But through it all, Thou art proclaimed!
Thou only be Worthy named.
I call My Child – Israel, My own –
Rebuke, O Prophets, lest she die!
She has traded My faithful trust
For an evil, adulterous lie.
Am I not a watchful Father?
Do I not give Husband’s care?
Yet, despise they all My Fortress
And will only reap despair.
Send I many, many heartaches –
Fail, their armies and their spears.
Fall, their chariots and horsemen;
Enemies leave a path of tears.
Slaughtered are Nieve and Wisest;
Murdered are the yet unborn;
Butchered are the livestock, costly;
Spoils, the Champion adorn.
All this! All this for Israel,
Nineveh, and the cities vile.
Such will gather up My fury:
Edom, Ephraim, and Egypt Nile.
Harlotry! This is their banner.
Idolatry! This is their curse.
Adultery! They shame their Maker.
Love whoe’er can fill their purse.
I Am their God! The Elohim!
I Am their God alone.
Yet they worship what they tarnish:
gods of wood and clay and stone.
I Am God! How I love them,
But I’m hated, abandoned; loathed.
I, Who breathed the starry host –
Saw fit the lilied-earth be clothed.
What shall I do with My Child?
Prepare thee for broaching war.
Yea, soon I will deliver thee –
I pledge: I will restore.
What have I planned? It is thy hope?
My Day encroaching fast.
That Day ye shall be holy;
Thy guilt acquitted and past!
Exalted, be My mountain!
Behold My fountain flow!
My House will be inhabited
With Saints a-dress like snow.
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