Blain DeCastro
Member
- Jul 11, 2025
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This is something that I wrote but not really because it is more of a writing of a voice in my heart. The words that came forth was not mine and not meant just for me either
to who this may concern listen with your heart
"My beloved,
You ask Me what I want you to speak—
And I tell you now:
Speak what burns in My heart.
Speak not from opinion, but from My presence.
Prophesy not to impress, but to awaken.
I have placed a flame in your spirit,
a cry in your bones,
and a scroll on your tongue.
Speak to the weary: 'There is still hope.'
Speak to the prodigal: 'The Father waits with open arms.'
Speak to the bride: 'Awaken from slumber—the Bridegroom is near.'
Speak to the darkness: 'Your time is over—the King is coming.'
Do not hold back.
Do not fear their faces.
I will make your forehead like flint,
and your words like thunder and honey.
Some will tremble. Some will mock.
But the remnant will listen, and they will rise.
Prophesy purity in a polluted age.
Prophesy fire in the face of compromise.
Prophesy mercy where judgment has hardened hearts.
Prophesy My return—not with dates and fear,
but with love and urgency.
Tell them I still save.
Tell them I still heal.
Tell them I still weep—for them.
Tell them I still reign.
I will give you visions.
I will awaken your dreams.
I will unlock the scriptures like rivers.
Let your voice carry the sound of My heart—
tender, true, fierce with compassion.
You are not called to echo the world.
You are called to be My mouth
to who this may concern listen with your heart
"My beloved,
You ask Me what I want you to speak—
And I tell you now:
Speak what burns in My heart.
Speak not from opinion, but from My presence.
Prophesy not to impress, but to awaken.
I have placed a flame in your spirit,
a cry in your bones,
and a scroll on your tongue.
Speak to the weary: 'There is still hope.'
Speak to the prodigal: 'The Father waits with open arms.'
Speak to the bride: 'Awaken from slumber—the Bridegroom is near.'
Speak to the darkness: 'Your time is over—the King is coming.'
Do not hold back.
Do not fear their faces.
I will make your forehead like flint,
and your words like thunder and honey.
Some will tremble. Some will mock.
But the remnant will listen, and they will rise.
Prophesy purity in a polluted age.
Prophesy fire in the face of compromise.
Prophesy mercy where judgment has hardened hearts.
Prophesy My return—not with dates and fear,
but with love and urgency.
Tell them I still save.
Tell them I still heal.
Tell them I still weep—for them.
Tell them I still reign.
I will give you visions.
I will awaken your dreams.
I will unlock the scriptures like rivers.
Let your voice carry the sound of My heart—
tender, true, fierce with compassion.
You are not called to echo the world.
You are called to be My mouth