By Jillian Curry

You’ve called us to your presence,
Be still and know your Lord,
we tried to organise events
But felt the hand of God,
You would not let us fill the time
Or plug the gaps with names,
It’s not the norm in conferences
For none to fill the void.

My people, I am longing
To meet with you alone,
Your busyness is keeping you
 From growing close to me,
A holiday with God, you say
“How novel an idea,
We only come for business trips
To certify our plans,
And get from Heav’n a signature
To legalise our works”.

My children, we will take some time
To splash and play together,
Without all of the pressure
Of the deadlines of mankind,
And then when you’ve grown comfortable
And trust has turned to love,
I’ll take you to my fitting room
And clothe you in new garb,
That hasn’t yet been seen on earth
In Heav’n they’ve been reserved,
In times ahead you’ll need them
For without them you won’t stand,
The angels at my bidding
Are ready to begin,
But first I want my people

To know their need for them.
And when you’re fully outfitted
With robes that will not burn,
I’ll take you to My treasury
And show you all My gold,
Money not of paper,
Nor plastic will you see,
A currency that cannot melt
Nor lose its worth in flames,
You cannot earn these wages
So it’s foolishness to try,
What’s minted here has been refined
But now for you it’s free,
This money has no value yet
It’s like an open cheque,
For every need you fill the blank
And Heaven’s stores will open,
My people aren’t accustomed yet
To drawing from this bank,
It’s emblems aren’t displayed on streets
But only in My Word,
I want to write them on your lives
On living stones engraved,
So come aside and look around
My banks are never closed.

And when you’re finally convinced
That finances won’t fail,
I’ll take you to the mountaintop
And show you what’s to come,
This territory is new to you
You’ve never seen this side,
Without the garments and the gold
No human can survive,
But after you have been with me
You’ll know there’s none to fear,
No arrow of the enemy
Can penetrate your shield,
My glory will remain on you
And blind the evil eyes,
Their words of accusation
Cannot blot the raiment white.
The battle won’t be easy
But the victory is won,
In quietness and confidence
You’ll stand amidst the foes,
Your boldness will astound the world
Your peace will reign supreme,
In Jesus’ path you follow
See His footprints in the sand.

And in your wake a multitude
Of those who hear my voice,
You’ll sing My song
And dance My dance
Born not of flesh and blood,
In Heaven I will teach it soon
To all who come to live,
But first I want to let you hear
So you can sound the call,
Jerusalem is where I’ll start
To pour this fragrant oil,
On those who now assemble here
And kneel before My throne,
So lay aside your earthly plans
And shut the door behind,
I’m calling you to fast and pray
And seek My face together,
At Pentecost I showed My face
One twenty there were gathered,
To those who wait, My promise comes
A Shavuot of fire.