The Bridegroom Calleth

(A Prophecy To Christ’s Bride The Church)

My bride my church arise, from your places of contentment!
Shake yourselves of lethargy, and apostasy.
You shall never please me if your devotion is lukewarm.
I have come into our garden and knocked upon the door of your heart seeking your fellowship.
Yet you are to tired, depressed, disheartened, to rise and open the door to me.
I leave a sweet fragrance, upon your hearts door.
Still you can not seem to shake yourselves of the cares of the world that have bound you down and are trying to choke the very life of Christ in you!
Beloved again I say rise! Rise up to meet me!
I have heard you say in your hearts my children.
I am not good enough to amount to anything in God’s Kingdom!
You have allowed the opinions of others to deter you and affect your anointing and power in Me!
Please! Please arise my beloved’s to meet me? Trim your lamps my bride and add your oil!
For the night is fast approaching for the day is near at hand for the cry of the Bridegroom is ready to go forth. I have called you blessed, I have called you My bride, I have given you an anointing a blessing from the Father to the child.
I have made you your cloak of many colors; made just for you it fits no one else.
Do not compare yourselves to the high and lofty ones you limit My Power and gifts in you when you do this. I do not judge after the similitude of man. Did I not say? That the first shall be last and the last first?
Is it not written in my word that I have called weak strong, and the strong weak?
Is it not written? That I have called the rich poor and poor rich?
My ways are not the ways of man so much higher are My ways than mans ways.
My church my bride when you should be looking to me I find you looking to man to make you feel validated and accepted by Me.
I tell you that you are mine, I tell you there is no other validation than mine.
When I bless it is forever no one can take away what I have given you.
I long for your fellowship I have many things to tell you.
I have shed tears many times my beloved because you have not, learned to trust me. You say Jesus do you cry for me? Yes My child I weep for you. Oh? Jerusalem, Oh My Church!
Who stone the prophets and do my servants wrong.
How I have longed to gather you to Myself under the everlasting wings of God.
Under my feathers where you will abide in safety. Yet you would not!
You run to this ministry and that ministry yet you go away empty of my understanding still hungering for My word.
I have shown Myself great in power to this generation in these last days.
I have sent you healings, miracles, and mountain moving faith.
Yet you are in some ways no closer to Me than when you first begun.
This should not be my beloved you must grow and develop in me.
This comes about in reading my word and in fellow shipping with me.
Shake yourselves of all your false gods! I am your God and I will share my glory with no man!
Come gather to me in closeness and adoration. I am a personal Savior I am as real as the air you breathe.

I am the still small voice, of one who is speaking here is the way walk in it.
I feel you drawing into me now I feel your love and adoration.
Come and weep in the arms that ache for you.
My arms ache for you my children come to me in prayer and fellowship so that I can hold you in arms of love I long to hear your voice confiding in me, asking me for instructions
Yes! My beloved do you long for me? Yes lord I long for you!
From the Prophetic Pen Of Ruthie 2001