I see a white church with a big steeple. It’s the old-time church.
And, it is adorned in white lace and ribbons like a bride.
People come to it from all around. It’s like a huge circle of people coming from every direction. Some carry torches and some flashlights. The fires are fading out.
What they have been given has sustained them until now.
But, the feast yet awaits and a new day is rising. Many are returning.
let the Son arise.