Her ground cries out
With the blood
Of the innocent
“Let my people go!
Let my people go!”
Her children cries out
“I want to go home!
I want to go home!”
The enemy slithered underground
Through tunnels unseen
Broke through our walls
With the web of evil schemes
They raged war
Against us
When they brought violence
Against us
They snatched the lives
Of many
Civilians in their path
They slaughtered the lives
Of any
Innocent person in their path
And the streets are stained
With tear-soaked floods
And run red with spilled blood
And her ground cry out
“Let my people go!
Let my people go!”
Her children cry out
“I want to go home!
I want to go home!”
We have heard
Rumours of war
We have now seen
The start of these wars
And her ground still cry out
“Let my people go!
Let my people go!”
And her children still cry out
“I want to go home!
I want to go home!”
By Adine Pietersen
Early on Sunday morning, the 12th of November 2023, I woke up to the words of the Lord saying: “The ground cries out with the blood of the innocent. Let my people go, let my people go. Her children cry out “I want to go home. I want to go home”. He prompted me to write. Through sleepy eyes I grabbed my poetry notebook and wrote these words down. The Lord then prompted me to write this poem. Still tired and pushing through by the strength of the Holy Spirit, I wrote what I heard the Lord speak. After I wrote this poem and rearranged each part in its proper layout I went back to sleep. Waking up an hour or three later, I asked the Lord what this meant and why He spoke it. I then felt those words: “Let my people go” and “I want to go home”. I felt the whimpering and the sobs of the children and their fear. I felt the pain in Abba’s voice and His heart as it breaks.
He then spoke this prophetic message: “I have heard my people’s cries. I have heard their children cry out. I have seen their blood being shed at the hands of the wicked and I will avenge them. I will come and save them. Hold on beloveds, hold on for just a little longer. The time of my vengeance is near. But just hold on.” I then felt the Father’s heart break at the sight of what’s going on in the world. I felt His heart breaking as I wrote this, His tear-stained cheeks and His pain. It is like when He looked away (for a short moment) as His begotten Son was crucified by scoffers. The pain He endured and the pain He endures now. I felt His pain, it was unbearable, even for a few minutes, it was uncontainable, and my heart ached with the Father’s heart. Abba is on His way; He will avenge His children. He will avenge us.
