To see a Prophetic Generation arise who carry the Word of the Lord...
A Generation who trumpet the Cry of Heaven here in the earth...
A People whose hearts burn with a fiery passion for the

Whose hearts have been completely undone by Him...

Prophetic Words for Ireland

I saw very clearly an old castle that looked out over the green, green fields of Ireland. Then I heard the Lord say, ‘Kings & Queens have ruled here.’ The next thing I saw was a firefighter climbing the wall of this massive, old lumbering castle; up and up on a ladder he went. When he reached the top I noticed fires all over the top of the castle, which he promptly began to put out with his fireman’s hose. I heard the Lord say that there had been a reign of such terror in this land in the 1600’s. On checking into the history books, this indeed did appear to be so, as around half the Irish population was massacred, along with looting & burning of goods and property. The thing I heard next greatly cheered my heart, as I heard the Lord say, ‘I am sending pastors and shepherds into Ireland, who will tend and care and nurture the flock. These ones are sent ones who will do all my bidding; bringing healing & restoration to the brokenness in the land.’

Ireland, O Ireland, how I have loved thee;
Come and lean upon bended knee;
Let Me savor your beauty for ashes;
As I kindle again My great love for thee.

The Scarf
I saw a woman sitting with a scarf wrapped around her shoulders. All of a sudden, in an instant, the scarf left her shoulders and began to sail through the air. The scarf moved right out over Ireland, gracefully flowing and billowing in the air. I asked the Lord what this vision meant and this is what He said: “I’m releasing My sweet breath, My whispers over Ireland, and she will again be filled with My song. It’s My living breath; My creative breath that will flow anew & afresh in this land.’ Ireland is renowned for her splendor in song; her love of poetry; her creativity in the dance. Many great writers & poets have come out of Ireland, and God certainly isn’t finished with her yet! He’s ready again to anoint her afresh, with the song of His heart; the love song for His bride.

Lord, let your anointing sweet move through this land.
Breathe upon the prophets, the poets in the land;
Breathe on the dancers who tell Your story with their feet;
Live again in the painters who prophesy Your heartbeat.

Write through the writers Your anthems sweet,
Breathe on the musicians; their yearning hearts meet,
Let the singers melt at the sounds of Your Presence,
Fill Ireland afresh with the sweet winds of Heaven.

The Lord is breathing fresh creativity upon this great land. She will know the Hand of the Potter upon her brow, smoothing her worries, relieving the stresses; bringing her into beauty before unmeashured. Grace upon grace, fresh stream upon fresh stream. God will pour His treasures into earthen vessels till all the world shall see the beauty of her King.

Ireland, O Ireland, how I have loved thee;
Come and lean upon bended knee;
Let Me savor your beauty for ashes;
As I kindle again My great love for thee.