a time for worship
Get it right, the focus
aim well, not the enemy
there is a source of rhema , the way of God far above man’s
a way forward , a penetration of victory
it may be a David, it may a type of Jehoshaphat
see a little Nehemiah walking among the ruins
there an Ezra, in the window Daniel is praying, Esther is fasting
sometimes a sword, at times a word, angels over a city, a country
I worship God the Father of us all
the God of this city. the mighty arm of God guide us
I see the blood of Jesus washing over men and women, pain and hate unmasked, deep wounds of a nations divided by politicians and devils
planting crosses on green lawns of Taiping and over the rolling hills
sipping communion wines in secret doors and silence candles
the dead buried in wrong graves
many still say
and will still declare
You are God