Oh, a voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping, Rachel weeping for her children, refusing to be comforted for her children, because they are no more.
I look all around me, what do I see, a generation that has forgotten her Maker, a crop of youths that have become attached to the creation rather than the creator. They have failed to see the tears in the father’s eyes, the blood and water at the cross, they have despised.
I raise a cry, today! It is a voice in Ramah, a voice by people who have decided to breakup their fallow grounds; these are the children that have decided to provide solution to the father’s heart pain.
I look around and i see that the latter rain is now gathering; the star of Jesus will soon show up, where are the youths who will usher in the king of glory, the Lords of lords, men who hate nothing but only sin, and men who love nothing more than Jesus, youths who know their place and right in Christ.
It is an era where the youths are at ease in Zion. I have heard how Christians long ago were brought before the tyrant’s throne, and were told that he will spare their lives if they would renounce the name of Christ, but one by one they choose to die, the son of God they would not deny.
Oh God, our father, humbly we come, we have heard of the exploits which you did in the days of old, when you heard your children’s call, you divided the Red sea, you made the Sun to stand still, you stilled the stormy sea all in answers to prayer.
It is not the same today as it was in the days gone by. Lord we offer our selves wholly unto you. Use us as you wish in your vineyard as we hope and wait for Christ to come.
This is the cry of the Rechabites, God’s chasers and a voice in Ramah.