Feed and Clothe her...

I've been thinking a bit about something a wrote a while ago, I wasn't sure whether to post it here, but I left it to the Lord to confirm it. Recently I've received this confirmation through several different Godly friends and through scripture (which I hadn't read prior to writing down this vision). Anyway, have a read, I implore you - let your heart break for the lost, the bride can't wait.
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O Salvation Army, how you break my heart!
The mission sent from God to a multitude of freshly-saved, spirit-filled, holy warriors has been shelved and preserved as antiquity. A generation holding a cheap imitation of the original have marched forward, determined that the clothes they have made, the meal they have prepared for the bride are true and eternal.

Stand guard no longer! Selfish generation! Millions of lost tailors, cooks, chefs and seamstresses are wasting away, unable to fill her or adorn her in the finery she deserves. As Christ’s bride stands in tatters, weeping in shame and hunger, you admonish those who point out her rags and stains.

If you love her so, how can you stand to see her wasting away, alone and empty? Forget the meagre rations of the past! Bring to her a fresh harvest, that she might be filled once again! Look closely at her current state, see her eyes brimming with tears for the lost, those thin fingers clutching her empty stomach – aching and hungering for new fruit.

As you look into her eyes, deep with the sorrow of the past, steel yourself against running to the old orchards – they are deserted and empty, barren.
Look to the hills, see? There are the trees over-laden with strange new fruit! Run to the harvest, you must reach it before one more branch breaks and crushes its’ load – lost and rotting fruit, food for the worms.

Can we debate any longer the methods and tools required for the task?
Look, some of our number have begun the harvest, reaching out with bare hands despite the sharp branches. Do not be afraid, run to the hills for the harvest; reach out, this fruit will not be lost! Care not for the pain and the blood, for lack of tools or treat with disdain these primitive methods. Remember the bride, perishing for lack of blood spent, and lack of effort on our part to bring her the food she requires!

Work quickly, she wastes away; feed her, patch up her rags, create a new garment of praise with joyful shouts as more workers run to the harvest!

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" Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory!
For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready.
Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear. (Fine linen stands for the righteous acts of the saints.)
Then the angel said to me, "Write: 'Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb!' " And he added, "These are the true words of God." "
REVELATION 19:7-9