In hushed prose, Thy words hath told by visions and dreams as in days of old...when age-old ones grievous spoke your desire taken to heart. Will Thou now voice yet anew beyond Thy written will to men who boast of great wisdom’s, yet as fools they speak considering Thee not?

In your presence I only discern what my mortal heart cannot understand, notwithstanding Thy shrouded wisdom seized in animated images. The magnitudes of which I cannot prophesy lest I embrace the death you demand. Excepting that I lose this life, shall Thee grant me this of which I seek? So in Thee I yield that I might awake to befriend your eternal truth.

Thereupon your Spirit solely I accede by way of Thy everlasting portals. For Thou O Lord art the gates, you are the Everlasting Doors. Upon my accession by the Holy Spirit, you lay open Thy hallowed confidence whereby Thy servant may speak.

So it is that I will avow Thy intent while beseeching men wait though not all. For some have fainted frustrated by your forbearance. Resembling children with candid contemplation they wait to hear Thy voice of The Day. Alas, as children consumed by the moment wearied by Thy lengthened days. They cannot endure, so as babes from the breasts they slumber. Now as they sleep their enemies have sown betrayal among them. The fruit of deception has soured in their belly wanting for the traditions of men more than Thy Word O God.

Shall Thy servant whom Thou has delivered from the snares of men declare the alarm? Suffer him whom you alone have drawn to yourself to serve your purpose Mighty One. He will make a great shout as the cock-crows. Then woken will your people be O Lord, the chosen ones. Their dawning will be to your praise and your fame shall fill the earth.

Sanction me and I will publish Thy great wisdom. Put Thy words within me that they who hear may hearken to Thy voice. Anoint my mouth as in the year of King Uzziah’s passing. Anoint Thy servant as you anointed your prophet with coals of fire from your altar; or else how shall I declare it? Let it be so or my words will be vanity. By Thy power shall I speak of dreams and visions. For by Thy Spirit you have endowed my eye’s to behold and my ear’s to hear.

On the day of your visitation I saw before me a steel purple sky, with a burning amber frame that matted the heavenly scene. Standing forward from this embellished overture were what seemed at first great silhouettes.

Then appearing from the blackness manifested in silent rage, great horse-like beasts, outfitted with armored breastplates and harness. Their scalpel sharp, cold steel hooves pounding the place where they were. Their great heads tossed to and fro in rhythmic rage. With horrifying expectancy they anticipated some momentous episode. With seething fury, their black onyx eye’s pierced the firmament while they looked unabashedly forward. Each one synchronized to a predestined time, when they shall convey at the speed of life the mighty ones who restrained them, their host into the battle.

In the chariot’s well each charioteer stood, strong, restraints in hand. Ten thousands upon ten thousands queued as touching the purple-amber horizon. Thronged in alliance, the great vindicators suspended in the heavenly realm. Balanced on a boundless mesa they guarded over an immense chasm that contained the earth and the cosmos.

To my understanding the knowledge of yet another time became apparent to me...when the serpent of old the Destroyer had killed the charioteer’s mortal bodies. It had been a time on earth before their birth as son’s of men.

Now, the evil that the Destroyer had intended against them; has now become their Strength against the Destroyer. In the Day of the Battle they have risen by their Lord’s suffering. Today they converge with the Lord as Over-comers with His Truth now their girth and His Sword now their victory. From every nation of old, other comrades federate with them, saints them all. Allied with The Consuming Fire, together as one they gather for the conflict; the Day of His Vengeance is at hand.

Mounted high above the chariots brazen wheels blowing in the wind are the banners of the Host. Each emblem the great plumes of eagles drenched in the crimson blood of martyrs. The chests of the horse-beasts were pulsating by the strength of their valiant hearts. The Champions stayed steadfast in the chariots' restraints in hand. Their helmets set to the brow all of them adorned for battle. The entire Host orchestrated with inclined ears to the Voice of the Captain of the Host. Steady, they braced their creatures, whose nostrils flared with breath of smoke. Strong, defiant against the reins, they remained with resolute restraint; till the Captain of the Host command then...Charge!

The Word of the Lord as is written: "Remember this, fix it in mind, take it to heart, you rebels....Remember the former things, those of long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God and there is none like me....I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come, I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please." Is. 46:8-10

I turned once again to consider the vision. I desired to understand the sound of a distant trumpet. Alas, the reverberating trumpeter’s call penetrates the moment. The word’s of a poet from day’s gone by came back to mind, "Madmen lead the blind." While Madmen lead the blind...time has waited not. Thy grace; only prevailed until the trumpeter’s blast,...now only vengeance remains.

True, my heart, with joy did celebrate; because of Him, who is before all has spoke; fear not my child, in all that I do...For This Moment is Not For You. I have set thee apart from this day, though you shall behold it, but you shall not know it. The Wrath of The Lamb shall execute my judgment upon all His enemies.

The Host of Charioteer’s that I saw gathered, suddenly relaxed their restraint upon their terrible beasts. With a great charge they came forth to the earth led by the Four-winds that went before them to gather His sealed saints.

His Word’s kept ringing in my thoughts. "For This Moment is Not For You." Yea you my child yet not seeing trusted in Him, by whom now this earth is reeling. Like a drunken man too long at his wine...like a harlot too long with her lover; so shall this moment be for those which have not inclined their ear to this wisdom. The wisdom that cried in the streets of My love divine. Incarnate, My Beloved came to them, but they would not believe...so they shall not escape this moment. They have sown to the wind...Now they shall reap the whirlwind.

"This Moment is Not For You," my child...but for them who cry for the mountains, rocks, and hills to cover their rebellion. Yet, the witness against them is the blood of the innocent, which speaks they are guilty. To my enemies I speak your day has come. As vapor, I said; So is the days of a man when in a moment it shall come to an end. However for those who know the glory of this coming King, sealed by His Spirit, and marked by His blood. To them I have given eternity and truth. Yet, this one thing I do. That is in the Day of My Vengeance, the prophet will speak to all who are of the truth; Fear not...For This Moment is Not For You.

I cried to the Lord. Though, in this life I have breathed a thousand breaths and I have died a thousand deaths. My soul grew faint-hearted habitually. Yet, you have kept me in my weakness. By your strength I am strong. You have prepared me for this new day.

I have learned that with each moment you have carried me. The moments of my life have passed, but still I stand. Stand, to see my eternity that you have given me even now. I understand too, that, though I tarry, while clothed in this mortality, yet I rejoice for Christ has risen and I with Him.

Today, while it remains today, my heart looks forward to the age to come, worlds without end. Now, we know for the moment while in this earthly house, comforted by the Truth spoken...This Moment is Not For You.