The Prophetics Poem by Lors Dilouley

i heard the Lord tell me:

'your ministry will break you.
that which I called you to do will make you hurt.
it is not a soft job I am calling you to.
many hurts, much pain, much sickness and sorrow lie ahead.

in the days past you have been romantic
thinking of doing My will.
and it is good, your willingness.
but it is not reality, daughter.

reality is that this world that I have created
will hate you
if you so what I say.
this cruel world will shun you,
will reject you,
will curse you and your children.

but you know,
it is not your choice,
it is your calling.
your duty as My follower.
I have given life to you,
and you have given it back.

you will live in want,
in famine, in war,
and you will bless My Name
in the midst of it all,
offering the pieces of your heart back to Me
to heal you.
and heal I will, My love.
do not be dismayed.
you know I am with you,
never to leave you.

you have asked your one request,
and that is what you are given.
now you will use it,
now you will live it.
I have given it, and you do not know for what you have asked,
because that which you so desired
is the very reason you will bear so much pain.'