On the 12th of November 2018, at the age of 95, the legendary Stan Lee sadly passed away. He played the leading part in the creative brilliance as a comic book writer, editor, publisher, and producer behind many Marvel Comics iconic stories. A prophetic network that I was on, asked us to prophesy into this event. I asked the Holy Spirit what He would say and this is the result. I hope it encourages you.
Stan Lee has passed away – this is what I hear.
All the superhero stories have been told.
Good vs evil, in an imaginary world;
The ability to dream as each story unfolds.
Yet one story remains, it is yet to be seen.
With our eyes, we will behold, heaven’s big screen.
As a far away King grabs hold of the reigns.
He mounts up on a white horse, as a trumpet blast fades.
Clothed in white robes, stained scarlet in blood.
His sword in His mouth; He commands His army to prepare.
Far in the distance – they see a land in despair.
Forward they march, following their King with white hair.
Amidst the smoke and the ashes, in this land far away.
The poor and dejected, cry out to the air.
A world subjected to evil slavery;
Remembers the testimony of a little baby.
Born in a stable, He dies on a cross.
Raised from the dead, He gave hope to the lost.
Ascended to heaven, one day to return.
Could this be Him? Is He about to return?
Many reject Him, they simply don’t believe;
Stories are for children they say, yet they find no comfort nor peace.
Through the rubble of failed religion; Out of the ashes of rebellion;
As the church bells begin to ring, all the saints begin to sing.
A sweet fragrance fills the air;
There is unity and hope; they seem to have no despair.
As the earth begins to shake, out of the church a remnant is awake.
Their prayers and praise ascend, to a great throne with no end.
Many bow their heads in shame;
Many more turn and are born again.
Then suddenly out of the church appears,
Such beauty, it brings all who see her to tears.
No spot nor blemish, her garment is as white as snow.
Her eyes are a light, her face is aglow.
Then the wedding bells begin to ring, and the angels gather together and sing,
“ARISE OH BRIDE OF CHRIST! FOR THE COMING OF THE KING!”
