Prophetic Word: Call Forth the Angels of Revival

“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliffs, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely” (Song 2:14).

I looked up through the ceiling and saw a vast angelic army. Together the angels seemed like an ocean of brilliant, radiant light. It appeared that they were pulsing and trembling, just waiting to break in. They were waiting to be released by the call of the angel who had led me into the room. He was in great anguish because he earnestly desired to give the call they were all expecting, but he only said one sentence: “It is not quite time yet.”

I kept looking at the heavenly hosts. I could see ladders. I could see lamps. I could feel the anticipation and how strongly they wanted to break in. The angelic multitude was getting ready to burst in, not with a simple entrance, but with a flood of divine activity. Only this single angel held back the imminent breakthrough.

But it was not quite time for him to release them. There was something yet to be completed before the breakthrough could happen, though I was not shown what it was. 

I noticed the Lord standing at the head of a man’s bed. I was able to feel His gaze of tender kindness and hear His gentle whisper over this man. He said, “So many people said they would do it, and they never did, but you really did it. You really did it.” The Lord’s affirming voice, affection and kindness to this man were due to his faithfulness in continual night and day prayer, even in the mundane things of life. This man did not seek fame and fortune; he stayed steady, lovesick for God and unoffended day by day.

A tear came from the corner of the Lord’s eye; He was deeply moved by this man’s faithfulness. The Lord looked at me and said, “We have heard many pray, ‘Take us up.’ Instead, tell the faithful ones, ‘Heaven is coming down. Heaven is breaking in.’

Call Forth the Angels of Revival

This is part of a dream I had back in 2007. At the time of this dream, I remember the Lord being so moved by someone who did not grow weary in the place of prayer through hard times, dry times or mundane day-to-day life.

Oh, how He loves our voice in every season. He loves our cries, our song. The God of the universe loves the sound of our little voice and prayers. And God is answering our little prayers. He is a big God that loves our little prayers. My “little” combined with God’s “big” is always His big.

Isn’t this amazing? He loves our sound. Our prayers matter. Revelation 5:8 tells us that the elders who are ever before the throne of God each hold a harp and bowl. The harp is a symbol of constant worship, and the golden bowl full of incense is the prayers of the saints. That is your voice. That is my voice. Our voice is ever before the throne of God. Prayers never die; they live on and on. Our voice is mixed with all of the prayers of the ages, with all of the prayers ever prayed. This fragrance lives on; our prayers arise continually before God, who reigns over the universe. 

As I sit in the Healing Rooms—House of Prayer in Santa Maria, California (my new home)—I remember this dream I had years ago. I remember seeing the angelic host waiting for the time of great break-in and great breakthrough to be poured out on the earth. I know we have experienced seasons of revival and renewal. We have experienced periods of His presence in amazing ways with healing and salvation. But I saw a greater breaking in of heaven to the earth, and when I had this dream years ago, it was bigger and greater than anything I knew I had ever experienced or seen.

I have recently had another dream that I believe is a continuation of this first dream, for I was given instructions in this dream and told to cry out for help from the sanctuary. I was told to cry out for the “angels of revival.” And so I cry out and share this new dream with you, because God is listening.

 And Then Heaven Will Come Down! What Goes Up Must Come Down!

I had a dream. I was told to call forth the “angels of revival.” I was told to call for them three times. So I put my hand up to my mouth and began to shout: “I call forth the angels of revival. I call forth the angels of revival. I call forth the angels of revival.” Suddenly, angels began to rise out of the mountains. Their bodies stood up out of the mountains. They were so huge.

Suddenly this host of heavenly beings—these Angels of Revival—all came together, and James Goll was right in the middle of them. The angels were bigger and larger than the largest and tallest human, standing head and shoulders above everyone and everything. James Goll was right in the middle of these heavenly beings. I looked at James, and I was thinking to myself, James, you are shining—are you in heaven now? In the dream, James knew my thoughts and he looked at me and said in his James voice, “No, I didn’t go up. Heaven has come down.”