THE SECRET CLOSET OF TEARS.

🔥 The Private Revival of an Intercessor

When the floods of hell consume all others—

When they overtake the community, the city, the very soil beneath your feet—

You can feel the pressure.

The backsliding spirits of hell, the watered-down, washed-up churches of modern-day Christianity,

The screaming of the wicked, the raging of the heathen,

Saying with one voice:

“Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us” (Psalm 2:3).

They chant the anthem of rebellion:

No more repentance. No more of the cross. No more, no more!

Give us freedom—freedom from the chains of Christianity.

As these floods sweep the land, rebellion moves—

Shaking, destroying, devouring souls from the youngest to the eldest.

From babes to teenagers, from middle-aged to the gray-headed,

There is an undercurrent of conviction.

The Holy Ghost searches the hearts (Romans 8:27),

Dealing with souls in their private chambers,

Visiting them in dreams and visions,

Coming in the night to plead:

“Return unto me, and I will return unto you” (Malachi 3:7).

Calling them back to the old paths (Jeremiah 6:16),

To righteousness and true holiness (Ephesians 4:24).

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🌊 The Cry from the Depths

There is a weakening of the heart,

A sighing of the mind, a draining of strength.

The soul knows—deep within—

That it is not well.

“The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?” (Proverbs 18:14).

From the belly of the whale (Jonah 2:2),

From the depths of the ocean, from the very pit of hell,

The soul cries out for mercy, for deliverance, for salvation.

The pit is filled with the slime of sin,

The grime of wickedness, the filth of the world.

Sodom and Gomorrah have pulled us downward,

Spiraling into the abyss.

The shadows of sin, the shadows of hell compass us round about (Psalm 18:4-5).

Is there any hope?

Is there any righteous left who will rise from beneath the pile of dead souls—

The faceless, nameless remains of those who have apostatized,

Who have turned from truth and embraced the imitation,

The powerless form of godliness (2 Timothy 3:5)?

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🕊️ The Call to the Secret Place

But the Lord still calls.

He beckons to those in the secret chambers:

“Come, my people, enter thou into thy chambers, and shut thy doors about thee: hide thyself… until the indignation be overpast” (Isaiah 26:20).

Come to the holy place.

Come beyond the veil.

Come to the Holy of Holies,

Where mourning lies,

Where the secret place of the Most High still burns with holy fire (Psalm 91:1).

There—beneath the shadow of the Almighty—

The anointing, the power, the true fire of God

Can be ignited in the soul of the private intercessor.

The one who says, “Here am I; send me” (Isaiah 6:8).

The one who says, “Me, Lord—I will go.”

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🔥 The Private Revival Ignites

I will go into that secret place.

I will dwell with You until the morning burns within my soul.

Until revival is birthed in me.

Until evangelism breaks forth from my bones like fire shut up in my bones (Jeremiah 20:9).

I must break free from the apathy,

From the Laodicean spirit that says, “I am rich… and have need of nothing” (Revelation 3:17).

I must answer the call to revive the dead,

To breathe life into skeletal bones (Ezekiel 37:5),

To awaken the lifeless faces all around me.

But first—I must be revived.

I must come to life.

I must rise from this grave of sin and hell.

I must answer the call of God,

And take hold of the cross.

Clasping the nail-scarred hand of Jesus,

He leads me to Calvary—

Where true life is always found.

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🌅 The Morning of Glory

I rise above in prayer.

The anointing lifts me.

The flames of revival ignite my soul.

I soar above the foolishness of the crowd,

Above the chants of the heathen,

Above the noise of rebellion.

I must answer the call—

To the private revival of consecration.

To the secret prayer of intercession.

Alone with nothing but my soul,

The Almighty God,

And the realms beyond.

There—where the atmosphere shifts,

Where the words blur,

Where the world dims—

The glory of Jesus shines.

And in that place of eternity,

The fire falls again.