Shared by Suzin  McNeill

  Never have I had a vision with such a heavy burden. 
It is written in tears for the slain of The LORD.

Oh, that my words were now written! oh that they were graven with an  iron pen and lead in the rock for ever! For I know that my Redeemer  liveth, and that HE  shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:  Job  19:23-25  Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of  the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.  Job 19:29

a handmaiden's note ~
Last week I had the following vision experience. I found myself standing  in the back of a small church. I could smell a slight scent of mustiness  from the age of the wood floors and the time worn pews, in the church. I  knew this church. It was not foreign to me, I had been there, before. I  looked towards the front pulpit, and towards the altar. I  saw bodies,  emaciated bodies like the pictures from the holocaust, piled up near the  piano, and at the altar. The bodies looked frail, starved, and unkempt.  They were thrown together in piles. Spindly arms and legs were sticking  out of the pile of bodies, which created what looked like a bizarre, interwoven human fence. It was a sight that I will never forget. It was the  kind of scene that you wish you never saw, because of the terribleness of it. It was the kind of scene that stamped itself forever, within the memory because of it's devastation to humanity. 

The pastor, and two ladies came through the side door of the church. As the side door of the church opened , I  looked outside and saw heaps of  bodies piled up, like a twisted human fence, as far as I could see. The  preacher began to mechanically go through praying short prayers over  each body as he touched them. The two women were crying, sobbing, and moaning in their sorrow. I thought, there is no way that they can touch each one and pray over them. I knew that it was an act of absolute futility to to even try and pray for each one. I asked myself, why don't they just  bless each group? There was no way, all the bodies could be brought into the church, to be blessed and cared for, before their burial. This was a  holocaust type scene, where the devastation was evident everywhere I  could see. 

I heard HIS voice behind me, saying, " the slain of  The LORD, will be many." Then, I heard HIM saying, "My eye will not pity, and My hand will  not spare. The slain of The LORD, will be many." HE caused me to examine  the piles more closely. There were famous people that I had seen in  ministry there, in the piles of human bodies. There were people that I  recognized from the neighborhood. There were merchants from the local  stores where I shopped, woven into the human fence. There were 
teachers, who had taught at my child's school. There were politicians, and  lawyers, in the piles of dead bodies. Not one, was dressed better than the  other. They all wore torn, dirty rags for clothing. They all looked the  same, starved, and dirty. Their masked faces of pain, told their tales of  suffering. Their beaten skeletal bodies, were their only monuments of  verification, that they had once lived. The slain of The LORD, will be many.
 
 My heart cried for three days, after this vision. I would begin to pray, and  all that came from me was groaning and tears. I would start to write this  vision down, and tears poured from my eyes, and my soul, onto the  paper.    Today, my eyes are sore-chapped, and I testify of  that which I have seen. It is time to watch and pray, time to pray and watch. 

This vision/ experience kept coming back to me throughout the the week.  I have not asked The LORD for any further meaning, or for the interpretation, because of the burden of solidly knowing within my heart. The Day of  The LORD is before us, all. It is time for the "bride of Christ" to prepare  herself to go and to stand before The Holy One of Israel.

In the power name, JESUS, I pray, FATHER, be merciful unto Your people, Israel and spare us,  from Your judgments. Holy Spirit come and chasten us, reprove us, correct us, and  prepare us to stand before our KING, JESUS. Forgive us, all in the power name, JESUS.  Amen. 6-7-90 

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