Keys and Doors in the Kingdom of Christ
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Free Verse Prose from my book
The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams
I Am the Key to everyday
I am the Key to everyday.
Who is saved
but by My grace?
My Word
sets the captive free.
My touch
heals the wounded
Body, spirit and soul.
My indwelling produces
Holiness and power.
I am the Gate.
All who have come
to the Father,
Come only through Me.
I am the wisdom,
strength and love
Needed to do
My Father’s work.
My Words that I speak through My Spirit
Are the love and power
That build the stones
That make
the Living Church.
All who follow
My Spirit,
In simple obedience,
Hold the keys
For working the stone
And filling the breaches.
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Where are the Keys?
Where are the keys
To the Kingdom of Heaven?
Do they gather dust
In some forgotten abbey?
Do they rust
In the sewers of Rome
Or Greece?
Or have I left them
Somewhere
So long ago
That their location
Is a mystery
Even to Me?
Would I give them
To someone
Who really
Doesn’t know Me?
Might someone think they have them
When they do not?
My Spirit
Knows the truth.
I have given the keys.
I know what they are,
Where they are
And the doors
They shall open.
Always.
Behold
Behold with the Holy Spirit
Christ knocking
at the heart’s-door.
I am eternally happy
for those who open
the door to Me.
But who has invited me to see
the rest of their grand house?
I enjoy coming to dinner
or just to chat a while.
I like to reminisce.
I desire to know that you appreciate Me
for who I am
and what I’ve done for you.
But I am more than an acquaintance.
I am more than a friend.
I am your Lord
as well as your savior.
I am your Father.
I am your Comforting Spirit.
I am your Eternal Companion.
As your Lord
I could demand
the keys to every room,
but I want your love
and not your fear
to offer the keys to Me.
Why do you insist on locking the doors
to rooms hiding secrets
that I already know?
I know each and every inch
of each and every room!
I know the dark secrets
that lie hidden
in every bolted chamber.
I watched you put them there.
Didn’t I draw the plans
and build the house?
I created you for a purpose
and unveiled you
at the proper time.
When you asked me
into your heart,
did you know
that on the very day I died,
I looked down the years
and saw you?
I have known you
For a long time.
I am your savior
And I am your Lord.
Holy Portal Library
Foreword to the book where these poems are found.
THE FORGOTTEN PROPHET’S
BOOK OF DREAMS
Forward to the “Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams.”
In the autumn of 1986 I had a very short dream. When the dream began, I was sitting at a large table that looked as if it had been hewn from great logs. The top was very smooth from use. Jesus, the only other occupant at the table, handed me a large, dusty, gray hardback book and said, “I am commissioning you to write this book. Entitle it, The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams.”
Approximately one year later a prophet, who knew nothing at all about the dream, prophesied that it was time to start writing the book that the Lord had asked me to write.
Only a few evenings later an anointing overshadowed me. I became anxious, and then an audible voice said, “Abernathy went for a walk.” I was so puzzled by this statement that I forgot about being anxious. The same audible voice soon chided me because I had been anxious and then said, “Write this down” and then began quoting the first poem in this book which begins, “Behold the long hills of life…” When the poem’s recitation had ended, I received an impression that more poems would come and that I wasn’t to give them titles.
I went to visit the prophet who had recently told me it was time to begin writing. When I told him that the Lord had said, “Abernathy went for a walk,” his immediate response was that the Lord had called me Abernathy because I was trying to figure out with my intellect what could only be revealed by His Spirit. He also added that Abernathy symbolized my intellect and worldly wisdom.
Over the years I have discovered that such dreams as the one described above were fairly literal, but that many of my dreams from the Lord have three common elements, stage props, symbolic prophetic elements and literal prophetic elements.
While some dreams appear to be mainly my mind trying to puzzle things out, some seem quite prophetic. I have also found that many of the dreams end up being true, but I have misinterpreted them. I feel very sure that the Lord gave me the book of poetry, but as far as the book actually being entitled, “The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams,” whether that is supposed to be the actual title, I don’t know.
On August 14th, 1998, Steven Darryl Cook, Sr., known as Cookie, called and left a message on my answering machine, “Wayno! This is Cookie. I was just readin’ your poems. The Lord laid it on my heart to read that tonight. I was sittin’ there readin’ that. Those are really good brother…I had one thing. I think that you should seek the Lord on the titles. Not the titles of the poems. The title of the book…”
What a surprise! I had given him a copy of the poems a year or more before that and he hadn’t seemed interested in reading them. Only the first poem was spoken to me directly. After that, I just felt the anointing and then would write down a poem or two. I don’t think I even edited them, except to correct a few typos. Over the decades I may have changed a word or two, but they have been altered very little. A few came to me in dreams. After a few weeks or a month the anointing lifted and I stopped writing poems in that manner. I never received any further poems, in that way, although in 1991 I began to receive songs in dreams.
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