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The Scroll of the Little Made Mighty
By a Prophetess of the Coming Flame
I. The First Light Is Small
You do not know what God can do.
His wonders start in whispered breath.
He walks in hush before He burns.
He cloaks His glory low in death.
“For who hath despised the day of small things?” — Zechariah 4:10
“And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.” — Genesis 1:2
Before He carved the night from day,
He hovered on the formless deep.
He sang the dark to trembling light,
And called the dust to rise from sleep.
He split the man to form a bride,
A garden bloomed before a crown.
One boat bore all the living kind—
While judgment cast the mighty down.
“Thus did Noah; according to all that God commanded him, so did he.” — Genesis 6:22
II. The Pattern That Echoes
He called an old man from his tent,
Named him “friend” with barren hand.
Sarah laughed—yet laughter came,
And Isaac cried from promised land.
“Is any thing too hard for the LORD?” — Genesis 18:14
“And he believed in the LORD; and he counted it to him for righteousness.” — Genesis 15:6
Jacob limped from holy strife.
Joseph wept from dungeon stones.
But Israel groaned—and fire replied,
God broke their chains and split their groans.
“I have surely seen the affliction of my people… and I am come down to deliver them.” — Exodus 3:7–8
A bush enflamed yet unconsumed.
A rod that cracked the desert wide.
A lamb that marked the doors with flame—
While angels passed and Pharaoh died.
“When I see the blood, I will pass over you…” — Exodus 12:13
Deborah rose where men withdrew.
Jael drove truth through sleeping lies.
Gideon dreamed of barley loaves—
And scattered armies in surprise.
“Surely I will be with thee, and thou shalt smite the Midianites as one man.” — Judges 6:16
Jephthah marched from exile’s ash.
Samson broke his grave with might.
And David, child with harp and stone,
Felled giants by the Lord of Light.
“The LORD that delivered me… will deliver me out of the hand of this Philistine.” — 1 Samuel 17:37
III. Prophets in the Fire
A widow’s jar refused to drain.
The meal endured through famine’s year.
Elijah mocked the Baalites’ roar—
Then called down flame and drew them near.
“Then the fire of the LORD fell, and consumed the burnt sacrifice…” — 1 Kings 18:38
Elisha watched the sky ignite.
He bade the blind see fire on high.
He raised the axe from river’s sleep,
And showed the armies in the sky.
“They that be with us are more than they that be with them.” — 2 Kings 6:16
Isaiah’s tongue was purged with flame.
Jeremiah wept in stocks and shame.
Ezekiel walked through rattling bones—
And heard them rise and name His name.
“O ye dry bones, hear the word of the LORD.” — Ezekiel 37:4
Daniel knelt with windows wide.
Lions slept where saints were found.
Three men stood inside the blaze—
And walked with One whose steps astound.
“Lo, I see four men loose… and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.” — Daniel 3:25
Esther fasted. Thrones were turned.
The wicked swung from gallows made.
A hidden Jew, a royal crown—
Undid the trap the traitor laid.
“And who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?” — Esther 4:14
IV. The Coming and the Cross
When Caesar ruled with iron jaw,
And earth lay shrouded, mute in gloom—
He entered not by royal gate,
But through a virgin’s borrowed womb.
“For unto you is born… a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.” — Luke 2:11
“And she shall bring forth a son… thou shalt call his name JESUS.” — Matthew 1:21
No palace welcomed, no one bowed.
He slept beneath the shepherd’s sky.
He walked with poor, broke bread with scorned,
And healed with spit and lifted eye.
“Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.” — Matthew 5:5
They mocked and pierced the Lamb of God.
They crowned Him thorns and cursed His breath.
Yet death, once proud, could not contain—
The stone rolled back. He conquered death.
“He is not here: for he is risen, as he said.” — Matthew 28:6
V. The Flame That Marched Through Time
You do not know what God can do.
The scroll still burns with living flame.
Though tyrants bled the saints and scribes,
He carved His truth through blood and name.
“The word of God is not bound.” — 2 Timothy 2:9
The foxes fled. The martyrs sang.
Their ashes stirred the holy rings.
And when His Word was bound by chains—
He loosed the world with printing springs.
Luther stood. Tyndale burned.
The living Word ran mouth to mouth.
And through the night of chattel pain,
God’s praises soared across the South.
Joan heard thunder. Wilberforce wept.
Bonhoeffer prayed beneath the noose.
In camps of smoke, His name was sung—
And still the seed breaks through the noose.
VI. The Return to Zion
Who is like Israel, lone and scarred?
The smallest branch—yet carved in stone.
Surrounded, scourged, but not erased—
She lives. She stands. She weeps. She’s known.
“He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.” — Psalm 121:4
From Babylon to Hitler’s hell,
From broken scrolls to blooming trees—
The dry bones clicked, the fig tree sprouted.
The child returned across the seas.
“Can a nation be born at once? for as soon as Zion travailed, she brought forth her children.” — Isaiah 66:8
VII. The Rising of the Lion
O proud and blind—take heed and weep:
You do not know what God can do.
Your empires, towers, tyrants, tech—
Shall shatter when His breath breaks through.
“Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him.” — Revelation 1:7
“The Lion of the tribe of Juda… hath prevailed.” — Revelation 5:5
The sky shall rip. The graves shall split.
The King shall ride on flame and flood.
And every crown shall drop or burn
Before the Lamb who washed with blood.
VIII. The Final Cry of the Prophetess
So I—this daughter robed in dust,
With fire sealed behind my tongue—
Cry out to ears asleep in ease:
He comes. He comes. The Judge. The Son.
“Prepare to meet thy God, O Israel.” — Amos 4:12
He hides His strength in cradle limbs.
He binds the stars with linen thread.
He lifts the weak. He breaks the proud.
He calls the buried from the dead.
You do not know what God can do.
But I have seen, and I declare:
He builds His kingdom, stone by stone,
And plants His throne in hearts laid bare.
“But God hath chosen the foolish things… to confound the wise.” — 1 Corinthians 1:27
“And in the days of these kings shall the God of heaven set up a kingdom, which shall never be destroyed…” — Daniel 2:44
Written by Marguerite Grace
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