Put your ear to the ground. What do you hear?
Do you hear the sound of wild horses galloping in the distance?
Horses that were once lame and bedridden, without strength, when suddenly a fresh wind came upon them causing them to muster themselves for a new hour?
Striking their hooves down into the dust as each strike stirred up fresh vigor and strength and breaking off past yokes and bridles?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the sound of rain in the desert places?
It is beginning to touch down on the parched lands and nations that have been in drought for years.
It is beginning to form heavy rainclouds as the curse that has been spread over nations is beginning to break.
The reproach that has been hanging over nations is beginning to roll back as a mighty thunderous roar of freedom trumpets forth over the land.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the sound of a voiceless and canceled breaking off their muzzles, beginning to shout into the night, knowing that a new day is dawning before them?
Their years of being hidden, broken, and battered are coming to an end.
Can you hear the sound of the blood crying out in the land, the injustices that have lingered and tarried?
Can you hear the sound of the blood of the Lamb beginning to fall over the places of deepest pain and injustice as God brings the earth into an era of restoration and recompense?
Can you hear the sound of the bowls of the intercessors and the tears of the saints beginning to tip over into the earth, into places where, for so long, evil has endured and people have thought that God has been silent?
Yet, the bowls have tipped, and fresh new life is beginning to bud forth.
The new day is dawning over nations and peoples, but you’ll only hear the sound if you’re blocking out the noise of the hour.
The sound of the righteous mob, the Pharisees and their screams in the streets.
The whitewashed tombs in their vendettas and plots.
The Sanballats and those that would try to tear down but never build.
Those who point their finger but never deal with the turmoil and bitterness raging within their own soul.
It’s the sound of the accuser creating his own storm when the real rain is coming.
The counterfeit shouting and screaming and thundering in a time where the rain we have prayed and longed for has come.
And God is looking for a people who would look to the rain clouds and begin to declare that the drought is over.
Can you hear the sound?
Or have you forgotten what He sounds like in the chaos?
Put your ear to the ground and you’ll hear it.
It’s the sound of a mighty move of God that has come on the back of so much heartache and so much pain.
The fires that have raged, the desolation that has endured, but God has answered.
And now He’s asking you, what shall you partner with in this hour?
Will you partner with what I am doing in the earth?
Or will you partner with the noise of the hour?
Will you partner with the accuser of the brethren, or will you partner with Me?
Will you put your ear to the ground and begin to shout out: I hear it. I hear it. I hear it. I hear it, until you begin to see it and yell out: I see it. I see it. I see it. I see it.
And then you pick up your mat, leave your sick bed, and walk again.
For the Lord says over you today, I am giving you new eyes to see and ears to hear.
Put your ear to the ground. Lay down in the dust, mighty one, and hear for the deaf and see for the blind, for I’ve called you to be a bell ringer of a new day.
Hear ye, hear ye, O herald of revival, for you shall speak forth what I’m doing, and it shall catch like wildfire in the nations.