Marantha! (Come, Lord Jesus!)

The sound from Heaven is as the roar of rushing waters. The voice of God as the noise of the harp. In reverence, people listen.

The sound of thunder is as a harsh voice a rebuke, beckoning lightening and floods of rain, fearful people shut their ears and take cover.

The sound of rain awaited in a tropical terrain, whether harsh or soft is as sweet melodies. Joyful people lend their ears, for they longed for it's coming.

The sound of the Messiah when he comes in the clouds, will be heard, a longing fulfilled. The sound, whether as rushing waters, thunder or awaited rain, harsh or soft is a triviality of no avail, for the gravity of his Coming is in the most blessed detail.

The sound of the Bride in her choral chants and intercession, is heard day and night. And with the Spirit says "Come." Let anyone who hears this say, "Come." Let anyone who is thirsty come. Let anyone who desires drink freely from the water of life... "...Amen Even so, come, Lord Jesus! ”