I’m restoring all the former things
The ones who “speak”..the ones who “see”
Those with lost identity
I’m calling forth for these to sing.

Ancient paths will soon be clear
Calling all My prophet seers.
Oh, they still exist today
Yet many have been tossed away.

Search Thy Word and see it’s true
“Ready” Scribes I’ve ordained too
Hidden by false teaching.. lies
Many forced to suicide.

Mental anguish covers these
Persecuted for “spiritual” things
Recognized not by this land
But now I call them out again.

Sent are they to proclaim true
Words of knowledge and wisdom too
Some I’ve chosen are ridiculed
Yet by MY Spirit dry bones live too.

Swelling in their hearts and souls
The voice of many waters roll
Stirring, stirring deeper still
That which I shall now reveal.

“Knowledge” it has hostage held
But now unleashed My Spirit tells
Coming for all that seem to rebel
Repairing walls and cistern wells.

That which over time was lost
Replaced by what man has taught
Hide no more…no hide thee not
Teach it all …what’s long forgot.

Life is snuffed and flickers dim
Darkness comes with perverse sin
Yield, yield to Heaven’s wind
Come out of hiding My prophet men.

(Shelly Wilson, March 26,2015)