Come North Wind  Blow on My Gardens

North Wind come, blow on my gardens, releasing the anointed

fragrances which I have entrusted you with. Let the Black Horse take notice of the aroma. So eager to burst forth and run the race. O, be released from the lies that have held you in bondage and head into the north winds. Ignore the lies that were whispered in darkness, those of greed and ignorance and take back the ground lost during that dark season. For Creator has bent an ear from the heavens to hear your cries.

For a White brilliant light of Ivory has come down to shine upon the tall forests of rich Ebony. And the majestic roar of the King of Africa echoes through the north winds and all that hear it stand still in awe. Come take yourright full place amongst the pride. I’ll teach you to be kings and queens, some will be my warriors to guard the pride and others will care for her. Yet, others will be warriors, sent out to seek those that have been scattered by jackals who packed against what was mine. My warriors will cry out “Come all of you who are heavily burden, drink deeply surrounded by my guard”.

North Wind dance, dance around the Black Horse causing him to rear up. Awaken his spirit so it can be stirred up to carry my roar to the nations. Let him catch a ride with the south winds so that he maybe carried away to my northern gardens and beyond.

Artisans come forth ask of me for wisdom to robe your Holy-men, Warriors, and daughters. Adorn them with the richness of the land. Seek, cry out to me and I shall inspire you to clothed Royalty; for I am calling your Kings and Queens to take their rightful place.

Elders, those who are adorned with knowledge which comes with age, come I will fill you with My wisdom and you will council all those within my pride. Seek council from Me in the heavens and I shall quickly come and answer you.

Warriors whom I have called by my name come forth and be filled of the Spirit. Adorn your heads with long ivory hair which radiates your salvation. Take up your spears of truth and keep them sharp so they cut deeply into the very souls of men. Be well guarded with the shield that comes from above. Wrap your loins with ceremonial robes of righteousness from which I have commanded the artisans to create for your dignity. Both dignity and honour will flow out from them during your dance. Dance, dance for I will go before you in battle, for the battle is mine. Dance, dance to bring the story to those who are without hearing. Then they will see what they need to see and understand with out hearing.

Eagles Screams, screams of eagles will be heard from the Northern Skies. Higher and higher they soar towards the heavens with thermals caused by the converging North and South Winds. They cry HOLY, HOLY, HOLY, HOLY is the Creator who has commanded the winds. So let be so, Amen.

Written by Joel Molin

Songs of Solomon 4:16 / Zechariah 6:2, 4-8 / Revelation 10:3
Psalm 105:22 / Exodus 28:2-5 / Ephesians 6:10-18 / Isaiah 6:1-6 / Revelation 4:8