Priests.

Oh priests, where art thou?

What are you doing out here, my sons?

Who drove you into these deserts of Arabia, into the clefts of foreign rocks? Who made you abandon the campaign of the Lord and pushed you into the hill countries; forsaking your holy mantles? Who sequestered you inside these caves of Adullam?

Come out, says the Lord of Hosts.

No more will you hide in shame. No more will you be covered in nakedness and wounds. No more will you fear the spirit of the age.

Just as I was with Moses, so too shall I be with you.

Pick up your mantle. Come, let me anoint your head with this oil of restoration. Let me put a new spirit in you and tell you who you are. Let me remind you of what is written and carve it on your chest. Heart of a priest, you have.

A gold chain of exaltation I will give you, sandals of sonship will I lace onto you. A mantle I will wrap around your body and a train of righteousness I will fasten to your shoulders. A crown refined in the fires of my Throne Room altar will I mount upon your head and the oil of my Spirit will I pour from my horn and will drip from my beard onto your inmost being. You will be given laurels of promise, sealed by the covenants of Abraham.

No more will you hide in these deserts. No more will you forsake your house. No more will you let the women forge your fires and kill the great lion and the serpent that stalk your lands.

My daughters have been forsaken and forced to mend the tents of Jacob. The priests have left the camps of God and I am calling you back home.

As my Joshuas, my Calebs, my kings and priests — I am calling you back home.

What are you doing out here, Elijah? Come back home.

The enemy of old rages against my priests, because they carry my heart and my authority. They carry my manifest image in the earth of what it means to be a bridegroom to my glorious, spotless bride. That serpent has assaulted my priests and driven them into the wilderness and into the caves of isolation. He has whispered lies into your ears and put you in demonic trances of delusion.

You will not drink the poisons of Endor, you will not become Saul.

The Davidic sounds will set you free. The shofars of David are calling you out of hiding, out of woundedness, out of brokenness, out of shame, out of pride, out of perversion, out of disillusion.

I will crush and hook Leviathan’s jaw. I will sentence him to the abyss to live out all of his days. You will no longer be hunted by Jezebel or her seed, for she has been thrown out, cast down and trampled under the hooves of Michael’s army. The Absaloms have been driven out and Edom will have no share of your birthright.

There is nothing to fear. Put on your mantle, be washed by the blood of the Lamb. I will dip you in the Jordan and you will come out cleaner than Naaman. I am giving you a new name and a new sound. The walls of Jericho have been incinerated and the enemies you see today, these sons of Anak, you will see never again.

It is time to come home, my priests. Your purpose and your destinies are not out here in the sands of Arabia, they are in the tents and temples of God. They are found only in my courts of praise. Rejoin the tribes of Jacob. Emerge you voices of Elihu.

Come home to your wives and your coverings. For she is holy and set apart unto the Lord your God. For he who finds a wife, finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord. She is more precious than jewels and you will not forsake your diadem, the very treasury I have fastened over your heart. As Aaron ministered to me with the breastplate of my tribes, so you minister to me with the crown jewel of a wife who fears the Lord. Never remove it from your neck, for it is your inheritance and your protection. It is your favor and your shield. Your wisdom and your understanding.

I am calling you in from the wilderness my sons and my priests. It is time to come home for the hour of the crossover is here. And Judah, you must go first.

The horns of Joshua and Caleb call out to you, stirring up the four winds under the wings of the great Eagle bringing you back to me.

Put on your mantles, strap on your sandals, receive this new oil and this new spirit. Let me put my heart into you, the heart of Melchizedek. The sound of the heavenly trumpets will guide you, but you must come home. You do not belong in isolation cloaked in shame and brokenness. You are a new bloodline and a new breed.

You belong to the Lord your God and I have come to make you new. Seating you in heavenly places, with realms of unseen glory and secured victory.

My mighty men of valor. My kings and priests, living epistles and holy temples you are. It is time, you have been in these deserts, imprisoned to these caves for too long. Come home my prodigal priests, your Father and your wives are ready to receive you with joy and with praise! Come home to us, for a great feast of celebration and honor awaits your return.