
They walk along a forest path
Holding up a mirror to look backwards
To see where they have been
To see the past
Why?
I don’t know
Put the mirror down and look forward
Original art and poem by Belinda Thorne

They walk along a forest path
Holding up a mirror to look backwards
To see where they have been
To see the past
Why?
I don’t know
Put the mirror down and look forward
Original art and poem by Belinda Thorne
” Have I been so long time with thee,
and yet hast thou not known Me?”
“O my Master, I have known Thee
On the roads of Galilee.”
“Have I been so long time with thee
On the roads of Galilee,
Yet, My child, hast thou not known Me
Walking on the tossing sea?”
O My Master, I have known Thee
On the roads and on the sea”.
“Wherefore then hast thou not known Me
Broken in Gethsemane?
“I would have thee follow, know Me
Thorn-crowned, nailed upon the Tree.
Canst thou follow, wilt thou know Me,
All the way to Calvary?”
From her book “Gold Cord”
I don’t usually do this…but today I have received this word from the Lord and felt to share it.
Here is is:
They’re running ahead of Me, like Esau, to make their cities, their kingdoms, their names.
They want greatness, they want glory.
But I desire a man after my own heart who will slow down and walk with those who struggle to walk, those who can’t keep up.
A man whose hip has been touched.
These have no power in themselves , they are the weak and foolish of this world.
I see them. I see them.
I have not forgotten them. I am the LORD of the weak, the foolish, the nothings. In weakness I was lifted up, now I call all men unto Me.
They are my treasured possessions. My glory shall be seen in them.
They are not intellectual
They are spiritual
Think of …(name of a Christian with schizophrenia)
Think of …(name of a Christian who struggles with alcohol)
Think of …(name of a child who has turned to Christ)
These are precious to me. Oh so precious. The world has no idea how precious.
The church for the most part has absorbed the thinking of the world. The church runs to glory and greatness.
But they miss My greatness in the weak.
Their eyes are blind to them.
They want crowds. I want one.
They want money. I want My treasure I died for.
The broken, the lame, the marred, the nothings, the foolish, the weak: these are My glory, these are My precious stones.
“Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it”
I couldn’t sleep for the pain
I sought the Lord
His eyes are fire
I am scared
He had fire to give me but I was
Too scared to receive
His eyes are like a flame of fire
His feet are like fine brass refined in a furnace
I laid my body down on the altar
Of burnt offering
He spoke to me of fire
Why was I keeping on keeping the fire going?
I see now it’s going to hurt
To keep the fire going
I am willing and He is able
I’m in His army
It’s His work
I wanted the fire
I received the baptism of fire
Go out to the Road again
Pick up the lost, the forgotten and broken
How?
With burning hands
Hands of fire
How will the covid-19
Change the way
We see A.I.?
Will the fear
Be so great
We will accept now
What would have been unthinkable
before?
Tracking
Tracing
Monitoring
Vaccinating
Surveillance
Apps
Identity bracelets
Micro-chips?
People calling for government
To lock them down:
“Please just lock us down!“
And then I knew
It wouldn’t take that much
To scare people into complete submission
Revival or Revolution?
I think both revival and revolution
At once
Is coming
It’s about Him
As ever
And always will be
But not many see
That or care
We want
Our kingdom
But it is about His
Kingdom
We want to be set up
But God is setting up His kingdom
We want a name
But His is the Name above all names
We want a throne
But His is the Throne
At which our knee shall bow
Enlargement,
Promotion His way is:
More of Christ;
More of Him in us
Less of us,
In us
Christ magnified
Christ enlarged
Christ glorified
Christ promoted
Christ’s kingdom ENLARGED
Who will see?
For an enlargement of Christ’s kingdom I pray
And birds have nests
But the Son of Man
Hath Nowhere
For His head to rest
What is the cost
To follow Him?
That that too
Will be my lot.
I may be lonely
What is that to Him?
I may be sad
Oh that I may enter into
His suffering
With Him
I see it
My laying down
Of my life
My Self
Meant letting go
Of the things others have
And seek after
Sometimes they come to taunt me
In the dark of night
Sometimes they batter on my head
And remind me of what I don’t have
Anymore
And it’s true
Career: outside the camp
But I have Him: I have Jesus
Not just in word
Or in some banal religious way
But I have Him
I know Him
I join with Him
I follow Him
I love Him
And the Son of Man hath nowhere to lay His head
I stand alone before You
You tell me what to do
And if I should consider Man’s opinion Lord
Then have mercy:
I really need You
For it can be so hard to see You
But they’re always in my face
Oh Lord let me see You more clearly
And not let their opinion have place
Cos it’s JUST YOU AND ME, JESUS
It’s between You and me
And I just want to obey You
And to be free…
Written 1st November 2011
The Way of the Cross is unyielding
The Way of the Cross is sharp and pointy
The Way of the Cross hurts
The Way of the Cross shatters self
and self-belief
The Way of the Cross breaks open a Way
And this is from where Life springs
Eternal
The Way of the Cross is death
That leads to Life
Stop resisting the Spirit of God. Why do you kick against the goads? Yield to Him.
He has a better Way.