I see three cowboys riding on horses. They are corraling the sheep into a pen along with the cows and bulls. The pen is filled to overfill. The sheep are squeezed by their massive counterparts. They are in the wrong place, but the cowboys wont allow them to go into their own fold.
I see a sniper on a ridge overlooking the area. He is taking aim at one of the cowboys. He seeks to kill this man. But, he is having a hard time lining up his aim, for there is a blinding light that keeps shining into his scope. The prayers of the sheep raise up the glory of the LORD, even from the dust of their feet, which reflect golden glitter in the sunlight. The rays penetrate the scope of the sniper.
Nevertheless, the sniper says that he shall wait until darkness falls. There will be an opportunity when it is light no more. It always gets darkest right before the dawn.
There is a plan to attack The Collective and take one of the three pastors out. There is an issue with trying to put the attendees in with the wrong crowd. “The sheep know my voice.” It cannot be that the sheep are forced into the wrong pen simply out of brute force and strength. At the same time, the leaders must continue to get covering prayer to keep the enemy’s sight blinded. He will most certainly strike when darkness arises.