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March 15, 2006
I had a series of deeply painful dreams. When I woke up the Lord began to speak to me. He said that the real pain of genocide is the ripping of the soul, the death and loneliness of the living,
the pseudo survivors. The real survivors are those who go to the Comforter and receive life for their death. We, as the church, assist those survivors with our tears. We share their burden and
ease their pain and legitimize their soul by weeping. We open a door of hope to their death, a door in which their very essence can hope for God. When a soul, any soul hopes in God, then there is
life after all. In a vision I was given the mandate to write a verse. He called it a verse in the vision. He also said that the world would read it and He would cause the world to weep for Rwanda,
for its walking dead, for those who could weep no more. And when the world would weep, the altar of death that Rwanda was, the altar constructed by Satan himself to bring worship of fear and even blood
sacrifices to himself, this altar would be washed clean by our tears. I know that we the church will not fail Him again for Rwanda, but will allow our living souls to weep. May God have His way as I write
the words that He has given through this prophet and comforted soul…
Weep for Rwanda
15 March 2006
by Joie Pirkey
The hate was stirring
The demons danced
Worship had begun
Fear came next, but not of God
The devil got his glance.
Moving
Moving
Ever moving
Searching for a chance.
“You’ll use it all somehow,”
the prophet whispered as he watched
“I know you always do”
What seems completely unfathomable
Becomes our deepest seeds
When our souls grasp round our deepest needs
You have stitched
No, I have stitched him in my soul
So deeply that we were one
When they pulled him from my grasp
I died a thousand deaths
Where were you?
Where were you then?
Slaughter all the evil
Oh God put it away
How can the soul survive the tear
When all is torn away
My pain is your pain
Our souls are linked somehow
Where, where are you now?
Father why?
Father why?
Tear the pain from me
It kills my soul
It takes away what I could be
It’s searing death inside of me
Why Father Why?
“This is what happens when my children disobey,
Where, oh where is my church today?
Where, oh where was the church that day?”
I’d see him walking on the hills
He doesn’t recognize my gaze
Because he is gone forever
It’s only I who sees
Only I.
Only I...
When he was torn out
My very self went away
And there was nothing left
Except enough frayed self to feel the pain
Nothing but the pain
So I asked again
Father where are you?
Where are you in the pain?
The blood cries out from a thousand hills
Father can you see?
It’s the last and only whimper
When tears are no more
Who, who can weep for me?
Who will take my sorrow
And bare it’s ugly wrath
When I am all alone
Defeated in this aftermath
Who, who
Will weep for me
When tears are no more?
Tears are for the soul not destroyed
The rare beautiful soul
Which still possess tears
That soul is not among the hills
That soul is not here
Here we are the walking dead
So who will weep for me
Father can you see?
“My church, my church will weep for thee”
the prophet solemnly screams
“My church, my hands, my heart, my feet”
“My church will weep for thee”
Where has the church gone?
The prophet drops his head
Where oh where has the church gone
As he gazes upon the walking dead
“I am at the head,
you are feet and hands
I reside in the soul
Crying move!
Move!
'Where was God?' you said.”
The prophet scorned, shaking his head
The question must be instead
Where is the body
Not the head
“Weep, weep for Rwanda
Weep for every Jew
Weep for them in Somalia,
In Iraq
And for those among you.
Weep
And I’ll save your tears in a bottle”
The prophet cried today
“The Lord Almighty calls you to weep
To sing the weeping song
Repent for keeping silent
You, my Billion strong.”
“Deconstruct that altar
Wash away the sacrifice
Redeem the land with singing
And I will hear their cry
I, I will use it as a seed
To meet their deepest need.”
Added to the end as a post script, also on March 15, 2006, the Lord specifically said to add these lines:
Another time is brewing
There within your midst
Sound the alarm
Blow the trumpet
Begin to prepare to resist
Take up your strong arm
Mighty church
And wield your mighty blow
Or once again the world will weep
But this time in the snow.
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