I see the Hem of His garment gracing the earth. Slowly He moves to touch the hearts of men. He will move it where the people want Him. Who are hungry.
For they cry out to receive His presence.
The people will receive what they can handle.
His presence responds to the Fear of the Lord, awe and reverance.
The wind of His garment moves His Glory from place to place.
He will never be rivaled.
His power never seen before.
His Glory indescribable.
He will bring His marvelous light to the nations and expose the darkness.
Every last crevice it can hide in.
We will see His hand in everything.
And every new thing.
He will oversee the nations with His newness and restorative Glory.
The old is dead and gone and passed away.
Behold the NEW THING.
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