I decided to put this here because basically, although a poem, it is gonna happen. Tuesday night, my friend J hypnotised me (she IS qualified) to help me give up smoking. So - I haven't stopped - but they taste down right revolting. Anyway - we also covered me being able to relax enough to sleep - AND she asked our Lord Jesus to open my mouth so I can speak my faith....in relation to my inability to pray out loud. Anyway - what happened after that - I believe she asked Jesus to put His arms around me and lift me up or something - and I saw in my mind involuntarily as she said it - my 'Man in the white caftan', come up behind me and put his arms around me. I looked over my shoulder and up at his face - couldn't see it - covered in white mist. But in this 'vision' - boy was I smiling.

The other thing that happened - and I don't recall if it was just as we started - as I got into the relaxed state - or as she was asking Jesus to open my mouth - I got the words, The Sons of Abraham. My friend J - a fabulous christian woman - is married to a muslim man. He's in his home country - and her greatest desire is to have him back in Australia. So I wrote her a prayer. I had said I don't know if the sons of Abraham is related to the prayer for her or something else. In the prayer I asked Jesus to reunite this son of Ishmael and daughter of Jacob.....etc etc. Then I came home and went to bed - totally relaxed. Was just about to drop off - and below - is the result! God gives me these poems at just the wrong times! Then I did the second last verse as I wrote it out neatly - and as I typed it up for J - the last verse came.

Sons of Abraham come, gather
The Harvest Time is near.
Messiah’s come to claim His Bride
The ending signs are clear.
Come, gather sons of Abraham
Wait for the shofar’s call
For soon the Earth will tremble and,
Jerusalem will fall.
Oh scattered sons of Abraham
Come, gather all your men.
And lift your voice in worship songs
For she will rise again.
You faithful sons of Abraham
Cast your eyes up high.
And feel the thunder as He nears
And hear the shofar cry.
Heed! Nation sons of Abraham
The Horses soon will ride
The Angels soon will sound their horns
Soon will descend the Bride
So gather to your breast dear Sons
Your loved ones from the Land
For Truth is due to conquer all
When comes the Son of Man.