To My intercessors.

The Lord thunders from Zion - The Lord utters his voice before you this day - Blow the trumpet in Zion - Yes sound the alarm My prophets - My watchman.

Tell my warriors to go forth - For the day of victory is hand - Yes the battle is the Lords The battle is yours - For into your hands I will deliver them says the Lord.

My intercessors - Keep pushing the boulder of prayer - For soon it will roll with unstoppable power - Will roll down the mountain with increasing speed right into the camp of the enemy Roll and crush the tents of the enemy - Roll and crush his head - For on that day I will spread confusion in his camp - For they will be broken on the rock of the Lord.

Yes push my people push - Push for the time of birth is at hand - Push like you yourselves are giving birth - Push for the day of travail will soon be over - Yes for soon like a new mother you will hold your new baby in your arms - For after the day of pain shall come the day of joy when you will hold that new life in your arms says the Lord.

Just one more push and the boulder will begin to move down the mountain - Yes push - For the last push is the hardest my people.

Dave Howe - August 9.2000.