This came to me in prayer. Test it, weight it, keep what is of value, the rest is me!
O Salvation Army you chose to neglect the hardship of labour which I have decreed will bring forth fruit from your womb.
The barrenness of your womb matches the barrenness of your hearts which takes heed not to my holy standard.
I would see you in my presence if it were not for the wall that offends me, the sin that grieves me.
For the birth I gave you on the streets of this nation has been despised of you and you desire higher courts that you might ease your pain.
Like Ceasar of old you have taken the knife to the belly wherein the burden of souls lies and castrated it, spilling life into death.
O that you would sweat and toil and wail and mourn and pray and work and breathe my presence, for my presence will be sweet comfort in toil.
O Salvation Army come and find your place in my court through the alleys and garbage of the hearts of men which you have healed in your toiling by my grace. Lift up your head and see the land prepared. Take up your tents from where you have settled them and pioneer a new place for this is what my plan is for you.
Arise from exile of ease and labour until the Lord of Lords shall come in His Glory. Then you shall see me and rejoice for my hand will be upon you for you ahve done what is righteous in my sight.
The Lord has loved you with a covenant love which is unfailing and with that strength of commitement to you He calls you to rise that you might be find favour in His sight.