Search The Rivers of Life

Rev. Lainie Dowell
(Received Friday, July 29, 2011 9:24 A.M.


Search the Rivers of Life,
And ~
The ripples will lead you through the streams of time

The rocks will be the pathway that undergird your footsteps
lest they should slip and throw you off course

The fish will swim close to the shoreline, greet you,
and befriend you on your journey

The tents along the edge of the rivers will be a comforting,
and oh so inviting sight of rest to your soul

The trees will be planted there
and deep will grow the roots to tell the tales of
all those who passed by on their way to
search the rivers of the ages

The sun will shine bright by day
and illuminate
grasses
swaying in the breeze

The moon will shout to the stars,
Come out! It is night -- dark -- black --
And, yet, this is that one who walks
in The Light
which is far brighter
than any light we could ever generate

The heart can tell and,
if you listen,
you shall hear sounds of welcome
emerge
from within and without the shadows
which have remained,
'til now,
unseen by seeing eyes
unheard by human ears
unknown by human scholars

Come~

Search the Rivers of Life
And ~
your spirit shall find sweet peace

And Then He Touched My Soul

Reprinted

Rev. Lainie Dowell
(Received of the Holy Spirit in 2001)


"Who touched Me?" My Master said.

'Twas I who reached out beyond the throng
'Twas I some said did not belong

'Twas I who touched His hem that day
'Twas I who received His
Healing touch to stay


'Twas I who pressed my forelorn way
To reach beyond beyond
'Twas I who touched His hem one day

But He touched me more . . .
He touched my soul


The Master came in and
where He stood
The gaze of love emanated

The rays of sunshine shone
'round about and deep within
His already brilliance

And Then He Touched me

The Master called me forth to Him
And lifted me up to His presence
And touched my welcoming soul


In that moment that He touched me
He made my wounded soul whole
He crushed my every weight
Under His beauteous feet

Master and Lord has made
me complete


And even when that teardrop falls
Is when He loves me best of all

In His touch and in His love
I swell with jubilance from above
Such that this battle I will win
He touches me and removes my deepest sin


Strange and oh so wonderful is my love for God.
Why?
Because in my flesh I have nothing He needs
But in His Spirit, I have everything

And He freely gives unto me out of His great storeroom
Whereby I can give to you my beloved
and oh so precious colleagues


As He has touched me
I touch you with all of God's sweet peace


Reverend Lainie Dowell
-Silent Thunder-
Five-Fold Baptist Minister

WHEN JESUS COMES IN, PAIN GOES OUT

Copyright © 2001-2011. The Mountainside Ministries.
Columbia, MD. All rights reserved worldwide.
Request permission.

I am Christian. I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus.

In The Shadow of Myself

Dedicated To All of God's Warrior Women
(Received of God's Spirit on Sunday, June 26, 2011)


Rev. Lainie Dowell, Five-Fold Minister
Wearer of the Iron Robe And God's Emissary of War


In the shadow of myself, I know except the sun
shines upon me

I walk unseen and unknown
I walk alone and on my own
I walk in darkness not the light
I walk restrained as in the night
I walk unheard but I walk upright

In the shadow of myself, I know except the sun
shines upon me

No shadow walks beside me
I walk restricted, not free
No shadow walks to guide
do I see

Even though the dawn appears
It only heightens all my fears
And only when the Son
shines upon the earth's wide shelf,
do I finally see me as a mere shadow of myself

For, in the fulness of the Son
all shadows fade and run
to give way for the brightest of light
with no shadows anywhere in sight

For, in the fulness of His Spirit

I know His name is Jesus, my Savior and Lord
I know His Father is my Father
I know Him as Almighty God by His Spirit and Word
I know His voice is the Holy Spirit within
I know He came to reside inside when God
washed away my sin

I know I am His beloved, blessed, child
I know my will is lost in His wide smile
I know He hears my every cry
I know He saved a wretch such as I
I know He guides my every step
I know He leads the way
I know He lives not only yesterday but tomorrow
and today

I know He saved me by His Blood
I know He washed me in that 'whelming flood
I know He touched me and held me near
I know He is God and nothing is clearer

I know He lives because He Is
I know He is mine and I am His

And, most of all, I heard Him call
many a year ago, when He picked me up
and placed me down here below

For, the battle is here
and God's Warrior Woman will neither faint nor fear
but answer, Yes, Lord, your servant is here

I know my God is the only ONE
who shines brighter than any noonday sun
And I know that, through it all
I shall answer His every call

And though it seems so long a wait
for victory to come
And though it seems my God's work
is not yet done
Arise, God's child,
because Victory is already won!

Ride on King Jesus, is the battle cry
And none is more ready to go then I.

Many years ago, my God answered my heartfelt cry, saying,

"Lainie, not only won't I let them snatch you out of my hand,
I won't even let you jump out!"

And so it is, my God holds me still.
And people can make of that what they will.
But my God is really, really, really, really real.
And He speaks! How is it none hears? Except they are
walking in the shadow of themselves and not walking in
God's magnificent Light? For, if they truly felt His
Light, they would fear God with reverence and awe and
not glibly think themselves to be God or, worse,
to be above God.

Preaching Warrior Women of God Step Up! Don't back down.
And, if God Himself has not called you, step back or die.
God alone calls the Preacher - be they male or female.
That is not a myth or an old wives tale.

Test it and see. Test it, if you must, but be sure,
you may not test it, receive God's reply, and dismiss it.

Hallelujah and Amen to the Father, Son, Holy Ghost!

WHEN JESUS COMES IN -- PAIN GOES OUT!

Copyright (c) Rev. Lainie Dowell, 1999-2011.
Original Musings by Rev. Lainie Dowell
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Not to be reprinted without permission.

Only One Leaf Left To Do Right In God's Sight

By Rev. Lainie Dowell


What will God do with one lone leaf
left on a branch of a dead tree and hanging low
but unreachable and in plain view
for all to see?

That leaf flies high and out of reach.
But for all who stop to see --
it shall teach.

God has mercy on a leaf that flies high.
And to keep out of reach, it touches the sky.

For all the other leaves that had fallen from the branch
had reached out too far and fell into a deep trance.
They had come under the spell of the tree
that they thought to be bigger than Me.
For that tree was all they could see.

I sent a bird to fly up there
to let them know soon that tree would be bare.
Alas, they heard My bird give My Word
but they just did not care.

Then, when Mine own lips began to blow,
the leaves hung fast but they had to go.
One by one and then oh so many more
soon found themselves lying upon
the earth's floor.

Sure enough the tree was bare
except for one lone leaf that remained hanging there.

The branches marvelled and to their shame,
they boasted in themselves and blasphemed
Jesus name.

Once covered in splendor, they now stood
disrobed
to stand before God's glory.

And there also stood but one leaf alone
left hanging there to tell the story.

One leaf among many hanging upon a branch
one tree does not make.

For only God can take one leaf and
many branches awake.


Copyright (c) 2011 by Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries.
All rights reserved worldwide

Rec'd by The Holy Spirit. Saturday, February 5, 2011, 12:15 P.M.

There At The Gate Awaits Golden Robes And Golden Crowns For All Who Run the Race With Patience

THUS SAITH THE LORD:


The Word of the Lord God!

By Rev. Lainie Dowell








Many have heard what you heard and seen what you see but they have not had the temerity to dare to believe God Himself hath done it as you have.

Many are called but few are chosen and when they are handpicked by God, none is in the room but them and God --- Alone!

Three in One and the man and woman of God are the only ones to be in that room when God hands down His decrees and mandates and sets them in those who are chosen by God alone.

For if mankind does the choosing, then how could they place in the chosen that word of wisdom which strengthens and sustains them when mankind rejects them as being sent from God?

Many times I the Lord thy God hath risen early and sent forth My prophets in the land and the rebellious have killed them to shut up My word to the universe. No more shall it be that the voice of My prophets shall run and hide in fear of man. For when they go I, too, shall go in the lead and strike down every one who has stepped in the way of My truth, saith the Lord God of all the worlds and of all creation.

My hand has set upon the prophetess the seal of glory and upon her head is the crown of glory and in her hand is the sword of glory and in her heart is all that glory and honor can afford.

Walk with Me, saith the Lord thy God and there shall I speak of unspeakable and unknowable thoughts unlike those of any man. Thoughts and words from heaven have come upon the world's plain and, yet, the world's people have ignored the word of the Lord and have been a menace unto My beloved, saith the Lord God.

Walk and see if the prophetess hath not heard and believed.

Walk and see if God hath not lifted her above all walkers in the pathway to My kingdom, saith the Lord God.

Walk and see if God hath not said it.

Walk and see if God hath not written His words upon her heart and guided them through her spirit.

Walk and see if God hath not kept His promise to keep her from hurt, harm, and dangers known and unknown.

Walk and touch not My prophet neither do My servant no harm, saith the Lord.

Walk and be at the Throne Room of Glory when I ask the question. And the answers are already written in the Book of Life.

Walk and fully known that I the Lord thy God AM God alone.

Signed, JESUS!

Copyright (c) 2010 by Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Word Received Saturday, November 6, 2010, 9:53 a.m. EST

I Stirred In You

By Rev. Lainie Dowell

Just as the sun peered across the horizon
and lightened up the view
I awakened and, with the coming dawn,
I stirred in You

Cupboards of heaven flooded the room
with blessings untold
and dispelled all gloom

Watching
Wakeful
all through the night
flickers of light caressed my face
and my soul
took flight

Then off from a distance
yet near to my ear
the Spirit whispered
oh so clear

Awaken
Arise
I have stirred in you
one more new dawn
to see you through

Oh Beloved Daughter of My heart
stir in Me
and I'll do My part

Copyright (c) 2010 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Wednesday, May 26, 2010, 6:10 A.M. Est

The Artist's Shed

As I watched
And as I waited
I prayed.

"Can you not watch with Me one hour?"
The master said.

As I watched
And as I waited
I prayed.

Morning broke above the night.
All in the world was calm and bright.
Warm glow of firery earth cooled
in the daily birth.

Within the Artist's shed,
I looked and saw above His head.
All the angelic hosts bowed low.
In that place His train did flow.

I strained to view
The Master's face.

And as I watched
And as I waited
My Master turned!

The Hair upon His Head
The Love coming from His Chair
The Peace that met me there
The Joy that took my care
The Wealth of wonders
Far beyond compare.

Thank You, God,
For Your sustaining peace.
In the morning time
When all teardrops cease.

Master!
Make me to know Your Face.
The likes of not seen
In this place.

And may it be that moment
I have watched and waited for
From the time before I was born.

And may it be that moment
When my soul will no longer be alone.


Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

And Then He Touched My Soul

"Who touched Me?" My Master said.

Twas I who reached out beyond the throng.
Twas I who some said did not belong.
Twas I who touched his hem that day.
Twas I who received His healing touch to stay.

Twas I who pressed my forlorn way
To reach beyond beyond.
Twas I who touched his hem one day.
But He touched Me more --
He touched my soul.

The Master came in and where He stood
The gaze of love emanated and
The rays of sunshine shone 'round about
And deep within His already brilliance.
And then He touched me.

The Master called me forth to Him
And lifted me up to His presence
And touched my welcoming soul.

In that moment that He touched me
He made my wounded soul whole.
He crushed my every weight
Under His beauteous feet.

And, now --
My Master and Lord
has made me complete.

In His touch and in His love
I swell with jubilance from above.
Such that this battle I will win --
He touches me and removes my deepest sin.

Strange and oh so wonderful is my love for
My God.

Why?

Because, in my flesh, I have nothing that God needs.
But, in His Spirit, I have everything that I need from God.
And He freely gives unto me out of His great store room
Whereby I can give unto you --
My beloved and oh so precious
colleagues.

And --
As our God has touched me --
I touch you with all of His sweet peace.

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Only God! Only God!

Only God can write a poem
that will last beyond mere words,
grip the hearts, minds, and souls
of all those who happen upon them
and will make them their own.

Only God can give true meaning
to droplets of ink placed upon
parchment drawn from the hearts of those
who grip the instrument.

Only God can calm the restless spirit,
soothe the questioning mind,
hold the weary soul,
revive the worn out body.

Only God can grant solutions sought
and only mankind can seek them.

Oh,
but if only they would earnestly embrace
the true value of blessings from God above
and jealously guard their faith to sustain them
in such times of trouble and sorrow.

Only God can grant solutions sought.
And only mankind can seek them.

"O God, You are my God; Early will I seek You."

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Quiet Whisperings

Quiet whisperings in the depths of my soul
Overtake me with the glow of dawn
And awaken within my innermost heart
A deeper longing for the heart of God
Most dear

For 'twas God who dipped His finger
Into the chest of man
And withdrew it to create
An even greater plan

He withdrew that rib from
Adam's cage
And set it free
Upon life's page

Yea.
God fashioned that bone
As Adam slept
And a womanly shape created He
Lest we forget

The Architect of my life spoke so clear
He created her soul
And beheld her dear
For nestled deep inside her breast
God tucked His own recipe for blessedness

A pinch of salt to confess her fault
A pint of blood her heart to flood
A quart of bone so she could stand alone
A gallon of love dispensed from above

A pinch of salt
A pint of blood
A quart of bone
A gallon of love
A woman of New Birth

Far removed from the stifling cage of man
And fashioned carefully by The Master's hand
Oh the specialness of God's plan
To place a woman in the land

Who could not know?
Who could not tell?

When Jesus sat to await her at the well
That date had been on hold
For God had placed something within
Much more precious than silver or gold

Yes, God's Salvation had come down to man
But He used a woman to dispense His plan

Why, you ask, could man not see --
Woman is God's secret plan
For Eternality

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Wind The Clock

The floor of heaven has holes for kneeling
underneath the floorboards so that the souls
below could receive a residue of all the praises
that flow forth from the Throne Room.

There shall be a path.

And there shall be a path, saith the Lord.
And in the path of righteousness is laid a place
for all that sweet-smelling fragrance that wafts
from below the holes under the floor of heaven.

The holes are more than circles and squares,
for at the Throne of God the prayers that
go forth all the day are more than prayers.

For in the Lord's House are those that call
upon the Lord so much that their prayers
never have a chance to go through
a geometric design.

Those prayers go straight to
the Father's ear.
In that instant, He replies.

Want to know? [Yes, Lord.]

In that instant that prayer reaches
My ear, saith the Lord God, I turn in that
direction and -- Marvel not --
And then I look upon My Beloved and
find them looking up at Me.

Then I look into their soul and through their spirit.
Then I talk to them to let them know I have
heard their cries.

When I remove My hand, My touch is imprinted
and remains.
And, in that instant, I held up a blessing.
And I pressed it into My imprint upon that one
I touched.

Then I -- oh how I made room for that one
to take the burden and place it at My feet
where I sit and hear their cries.

Each time they call Me, saith the Lord,
I shall turn and press in to hear them.
Ah how I shall reach out and calm
all of their fears.

Then shall they know I the Lord thy God
hath done it and not another.

Wind the clock and watch the time remain
still until I the Lord hath released its stem.
It shall be still and it shall not move until
I tell it to, saith the Lord thy God, who
redeems the time.

And you shall surely know I the Lord thy God
hath done it, saith the Lord thy God.

Be ye settled in your mind --
For I have -- Ah --
heard and I have responded.

Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

I Shall Have My Own Stream

If you would dare to block my way
to the shining riverbed
that is sparkling and bright blue,
then I will not push you aside from me
but this is what I shall do.

I shall look upward to the Rock of Ages,
the One who lives deep within my soul.
And though He abides high above the air,
I will turn neither this way nor that
while you stand right there and stare.

For, if you would try to block
the refreshing place that awaits my thirsting soul,
I shall cry and cry until my eyes
run dry every gathering stream to unfold.

And, after all of my teardrops abate
and not one more tear is left to drop,
I shall stand right there and wait
for each and every tear to stop.

And I know God shall send my own soothing stream
to carry me cross every blocked way.
Yea. God shall charter a stream for me
to meet up with His Son today.

And to that one who just asked, the Lord God says!
I calm your aching soul. Do not go the way of the crowd.
Every heart that sings forth My praises does not sing
with the ring of truth. They have sung out of tune lo
these many years and now they think their sour notes
are clear and on key. Keep oh keep your lips pressed
to My ear and fear not. When you pray. I hear.
You are not alone.


Copyright (c) 2007 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

Deep Whisperings

Peaceful.
Peaceful.
Peaceful.

So Peaceful.

As the eventide that flows.
As the newly washed stones on the riverbank.
As the winter snow on a moonlit night.
As the rain falls softly outside the window.
As the sky waits unhurriedly for the clouds to appear.
As the stranger's heart delights in fellowship.
As the moss grows on a hillside.
As the ivy takes its time to climb over the garden gate.
As the Father's presence when He walks and talks with
His beloved child.


Fret not, My darling daughter, for every time you reach out
to My direction, I take your hand into My hand and lead you
away to a pleasant place to rest.


When once you become fused with power from My heart to your heart,
then I lead you away to a pleasant place to think.

Where once your thoughts were hazy and nothing could clear away
the fog, now you are able to comprehend.

Then I shall lead you away to a pleasant place to arise.


What you once thought impossible,
Now becomes possible.
Now becomes clearer.
Now becomes reachable.
Now becomes attainable.
Now becomes bearable.
Now becomes ---
you.

Then I take your hand into My hand and, together,
Together
we stroll.

Copyright (c) 2007. By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

My Heart Weeps After God's Heart Oh So Much

It does not matter to God that you might
think what you mean.
What He really asks is this.
Is your heart truly clean?

Hear Him call ---

I am He who can look beyond to see
if your heart is all that I created it to be.
That which I covered your tiny frame
and blew My breath in you,
in Jesus' name.

That would I find a precious life
worthy enough to reclaim?


That when I got down beyond
the dirty dirt,
would I be able to find true value
in the beauty of your birth?


It is I who placed inside your head
that brain.

'Twas I and not another name.

'Twas I who calibrated that heart to beat.
And, just before you left
My mercy seat,
I tucked inside it My widest smile
and watched you go, My child.

I knew you would find no peace,
except My stormy gates would cease.
But rail outside your door they must
If you are to learn how
to obediently trust.

That was when I heard My child's voice say,
Master, please let me stay.

Then, just to -- oh -- brighten your darkest day
and give you comfort all along the way,
I strung that silver cord tight enough
to hold you oh so close.

But slowly I released the reins
to set you free
to give
all glory to Me
and not boast.


Copyright (c) 2007. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.

O How Beautiful The Glass!

O how beautiful is the glass that hides the other side of glory.
The glowing fire beyond the torn curtain shines bright and
fuels the night.

The shades are drawn and yet light pours forth so that we
might catch a glimpse of bright hopes and better days.

It is no secret.

The mist from dewy sprays from the inner rims surround
the outer edges of that glow and hides the other side
of glory.

The etched designs of beauteous scenes flood my soul
to give rise to the expectations from within my spirit
that arises to help me to look and see beyond the veil
and the deep that calls to deep.

How beautiful!
How precious!
How marvelous!
How anointed!
How righteous!
How peaceful!
How blessed!
How quiet!
How bright!

How wonderous is the sight!

Timelessness descended in the midst of heaven and earth.
It overshadowed me totally.
The moment was oh so pure and holy.

Time spoke.

Come, My child, and let Me lift you above the sill
that stands beneath the looking glass of glory
and above the earth.

You see?!
It is not always dim, as you would suppose.
You need to have the faith that eyesight alone
cannot see.

The view was so clear from where I stood.
I could not look away.
I could not turn my back.
The glass drew me in.

And I went.

"For we see through a glass darkly, but then . . . ."
Even so, Come Lord Jesus. Amen.


Copyright (c) 2006. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Tuesday, September 5, 2006, 2:52 a.m. EST

God Threads The Needle

I thread the needle, says the Lord.


You are the needle and My Word is that thread
that is interwoven among the throng
where you preach.


Everywhere it settles,
there is a place for the torn fabric of life
to be repaired.


Soften up the thread
with the heart of God.


Let Me show you how.


Take the thread into your hands
and turn to the page where

it is written --

"Let us go into the house of God,"

and see what Word He has dispensed.


Then take that and let it be the
sample message.


And I will tell you more later,
says the Lord God of all. Amen.


Copyright (c) 2009 By Rev. Lainie Dowell.
All rights reserved worldwide.
Received November 26, 2009, 8:16 a.m. EST

The Blessedness of the Kingdom And The Blessed of God

When in the course of rich and whining children,
make no provision, for their treasure shall
become yours.

Say not to them, "Please may I?"
For it is already done.
And none can ever skip merrily by and leave
you penniless.

All the matter is settled in heaven by
their greed and contentiousness.

Never doubt My Word, saith the Lord.
And do not despair in the face of plenty
when your plate is empty.

Cause not the moment to embitter your
soul while the blaze of jealousy seeks
to enter therein.

Deny not the Lord thy God in the
moment of weakness.

Content not thyself with the foolishness
of this world and I shall fill up your
coffers to overflow and ignite the very
desires of your heart once again.

Hold steady.
Faint not.
Encourage thyself.
Laugh in the midst of despair,
for laughter shall see you and propel
you beyond that which ceased to be
funny before you even began to smile.

Alert!

The Lord thy God hath spoken in the
midst of nothingness and He has
brought into your life plenty.

Go your way today and see if it is
not so.

For it is in Jesus' name that I have
called it forth and it is sealed by
My hand, saith the Lord, against
any force which seeks to keep
it from your door.

And so it is.
And it is so.

Amen.

Copyright (c) 2008 Rev. Lainie Dowell.
Received Friday, February 1, 2008, 12:54 p.m.

THE WALK IN THE MIDST OF THE FALLING RAIN

Take a walk with Me by the side of this ocean.
Gaze upon the rippling waves with the ocean's
spraying forth the whole Word in their spray.

The walk in the midst of the falling rain.

Dear Lord, What is it like to walk in the falling
rain with You?

There is a time to seek shelter.
And, then, there is a time to move out with
abandon to go forth in the rain.

In times of the down pour, sprinkling seems like a relief.
The down pour brings with it the soaking to the bone.

Clothes stick to your body.
Hair sticks to your body.
Raindrops refuse to let go of you.

All the while, you know there is a shelter from the
storms of life.

And, all the while, you seem unable to reach that shelter
in time to not get drenched.

That would be true, if you did not have the One who
covers your being, totally.

So, when it pours, LET IT!

When the rains refuse to cease,
And the sun hides behind the clouds.
And when the evening would --
Oh would -- bring no relief to the day.
Come unto Me, saith the Lord!
And I will cover you in the shelter of
My arms.

Wet and worn from the stormy day.
Comforted in the midst of down pouring rain.
And, in that very moment --

The rain disappears.
The skin is dry once more.
The hair is back in place.
The warm sun shines on into the night
And moves aside the cold light of the moon.

And, in those worst of times?
Would you like to know why?
Yes, Lord. Please tell me why that is.

Well, My darling daughter!
That is because I had the sun within the palm
of one hand and I held you in the other.

And, when I put both hands together
The sun enveloped you fully.
And all of the artificial light took on new life
And carried you along in the streams of a
brand new formed day just for you.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Well, My child, carry the light where you go
and rest in it when the rains begin to pour.
And fret no more.

For it is all in My hands.
And you are, too.

/signed
Your Heavenly Father, Jesus.


Copyright (c) 2007 Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.

FOLLOW ME ALL THE WAY HOME

Follow Me home in the crest of the wave
where the eb and flow goes to the undersea
cave

Follow Me home in the bend of the road
where the highway curves and takes up your
heavy load

Follow Me home in the salty sea air
where the mist from the River clings to the blue sky
everywhere

Follow Me home in the rugged hill
where the clouds drift near to the quiet peak
and lie peaceful and still

Follow Me home in the dead of night
where the darkness gives way to
My brightest bright light


Copyright (c) 2007 Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.

The Snowfall of God in the Earth

Lord? How does the snow falling to the earth sound?

In the earth, cold crystals descend from above the earth.
The weather is a symbol for the way the Lord Jesus will come.

In the summertime -- The weather is so hot.
In the springtime -- The weather is moderate.
In the autumn -- The weather is so beautiful.
In the wintertime -- Frosty weather calls forth the other
effects of the cold.

Then there is never any doubt that God has provided every
contingency to meet our needs.

Then it would be evident that man must have shelter,
and the shelter must be strong.

The stronger that shelter --
The firmer you would be sustained against every element
whether hot, warm, or cold.

In the time of the Lord's return, no one knows the forecast
but the Father in Heaven.

Oh but when He speaks to call it forth --
The Lord shall break through whatever that may be.

Fog, drizzle, hazy, wet, dry, damp, hurricane, tornado,
and even cold snow.

For, when He appears --
Every windy gale shall move aside.
Every hardened --
Every month of the year shall become one.
Every day and every hour shall become one in
the same instant.

And, in the time of the snowfall.
And, in the time of the snowfall.
And in the time of the snowfall.

There and then.
Then and there would it be ---

So fluffy.
So light.
So --- snow.
So shall it snow.
So shall it be.

Copyright (c) 2007 Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries. All rights reserved worldwide.