On December 30, 2019 the Lord woke me up at 4am and gave me this word in the form of poetry for the nation of Greece. In this new era we have stepped into we will see the prophetic rise out of the mouths of the poets, songwriters, musicians, storytellers, and artists. The arts are about to cause an all out revolution and turn of society and culture. I have been releasing prophetic words over cities and nations in the form of prophetic worship and speaking for over 17 years, but these words are now expanding into poetry and writing, etc. because the Lord is calling the poets prophets to rise in the earth! I invite you to partner in prayer with this word for the nation of Greece. I had not been previously praying specifically for Greece, so this was completely out of the blue for me. I will now be praying for Greece in agreement with what the Lord spoke to me. It’s time for Greece to rise!

Greece

With the turn of a hand

And the touch of grace

The land of Greece will rebuild

And see gold again

This time the gold

Of crucible wrought

Time and tinder taught

With songs in the night

Repentance will come 

And we’ll see a nation 

Raise banners and drums 

To lift high The Name

To strike down their gods

To hold high a sword 

Of awakening

To cut ties and roots

That have held and bound hearts 

In merciless slumber 

But a sleeping nation will rise

And beauty will shine 

From the city gates

Silver and golden oil

Will glisten and pour

In pigment that will gather and run

To tell truth and sing freedom songs

Of hope from ashes

And death to life

Resurrection songs

For the sleeping shall rise

In her borders

As a sign

Poets will rise in her islands

To spark a flame

To whisper and shake 

Cemented bricks 

In minds

And in time

That has not been kind

But a harsh master to a people

Made to govern in wisdom

Never again

Will they be stuck in stone thought

But a nation that dances 

With angels and flame

And inside the Name

They live

Forgotten nation 

Left to reap what you’ve sown

High redemption comes 

On the furnace songs

Of a faithful few

Who will strike a blaze 

In a nation longing for fire

And break chains

So a nation can rise again

Remember resurrection 

And you who stand guard

Do not grow weary

Divine strength comes to you

For the final push

Shattering plaster and marble and stone

That have boxed a nation in

And turned it cold

In places that were born to

Roar with tongues of flame

There is a refiners fire

And a wheel 

with a kiln

Hot and ready

Redemption beauty 

Revelation wells 

Will form inside your shores

You are a nation of promise

Beauty and laughter

Joy that turns the wheels of justice

So I speak to your wells

Spring up!

Watch for the water

of new wells rising

At the sound of your singers, your poets, your watchmen

Greece is rising!

Sleeping giants in the nations

You are about to stand and sing

©Elisabeth Cooper 2019