It was the time just before the great war began. There was a music festival at a large park and the musicians were invited to come one at a time to sing & play one song each. Everyone knew that Leat would be one of the winners as she was highly favored by most everyone.
No one wanted to go first so I volunteered. But the keyboard pedal was set up strangely and since I wasn’t used to this, I asked for a second to practice, which was granted by the judge, a kind yet firm older man with long gray hair.
After a few seconds I began. I had chosen to sing & play THE LATTER RAIN but it wouldn’t come out no matter how often I tried. The only song that would come out was KI ELOHIM YOSHIA TSION – FOR THE L-RD WILL SAVE ZION.
So I sang it with all my heart and as soon as I began singing that song, towers began to collapse and the battle began to rage around us.
Richard quickly unplugged the piano and told me to run from the battle front and hide it so that musicians would have it in the future. While running I saw him run directly into the frontline.
I quickly hid the piano and ran toward the battlefront too, but as soon as I got there, firepower opened up from above, although we didn’t see any airplanes! The destruction was horribly rampant yet, thank Adonai the amount of lives lost was minimal in comparison.
And then I suddenly awoke with my heart racing and a loud pounding in my ears…
After the war we drank the dew that fell from heaven on the valley.
People lived in makeshift houses that were built from the rubble. I lived in a house like that with some other ladies and we were content, although sometimes finding food was not easy. The weather had changed and it wasn’t as hot or cold as it used to be but quite pleasant throughout the night and day.
One day someone who practiced witchcraft came into the camp. This person came in quietly and before the war we might not have noticed but after the war our senses were highly attuned to things like this. So as soon as she arrived and saw one of my housemates and me, she screamed and backed away. And when our older housemate came in, that was the final straw. That witch took off running for dear life even though none of us said a word!
We built our own musical instruments and although they were kind of rough looking, the sounds that came out of them were so pure and beautiful, unlike anything I had ever heard before. The Goldman’s lived nearby and also entered into this true Temple worship daily.
One day we sat down and played our instruments and during this beautiful time of worship, I saw my precious granddaughter Amalyah get up to dance, her long, wavy red hair flying in the wind so gracefully!
I saw the trees of the field literally clapping their hands during the worship. In the beauty of simplicity all creation sang praise and even the animals that came out at night exuded peace.
I needed a shower but had no soap. Suddenly my granddaughter Anayah appeared with what seemed to be small stones in a box. But they were small pieces of soap that produced a sweet fragranced lather and never ran out.
I was in the air over our neighboring countries and saw our former enemies. Some were gathered in groups of older men and women. I expected some hostility but saw none as they sang in their native Arabic dialects. As I watched them in their homes and in their shops and on their stages, the words of all their choruses were simply “Hallelujah.” Something seemed strange and it took me a second to realize this, but they were all singing in Hebrew!
Then a beautiful young woman came to sing her song from Habakkuk 2:1-3. Yet she was singing it in the past tense:
“I’ve stood my guard And kept my watch
You spoke to me that these days would come
And we now live
The recorded vision
Your Word inscribed
On our very hearts
We stand in the gates
The beautiful gates
We ran with Your vision
All these years
Knowing with certainty
That You’d come
And although You tarried
We never lost faith
For we always knew
This day would come
We stand in the gates
The beautiful gates