Into the wind now set your sail,
By the rivers of Babylon they grow-
We need to take our harps from the willow tree. The acrylian harp played
as the wind blew upon it as does the human mind, which is being played
upon either by the breath of the Spirit or by a contrary wind. We need
to anchor our harps in a sure place. We have an Anchor within the veil,
where One has gone on before us and opened the door. He awaits there to
receive all who will come to Him. The Spirit of Truth has come and will
lead us into all truth as we wait upon Him. Praise His wonderful name!
Amen and amen!
The slightest breeze shall here prevail
Your harp take from the willow tree
Your heart keep fastened here on Me,
And as the winds of doctrine blow
In Zion dwell the gifted men
The risen Christ Who lives again
We can paddle our own canoes until we are black in the face; we can
get into large and powerful organizations and seek to storm the gates of
the Kingdom of God in this manner-all to no avail. The only way we can
get there is by spreading our sails open to the wind of the moving of the
Spirit, tightening our hoisting ropes and holding them steady, waiting
for the blowing of His breath to take us on in. All else is wasted effort.