The Watchers stand strong and mighty in their places on the wall. Their knees do not buckle, their wills do not bend. They are fixed and immovable. Their eyes pierce the darkness as they watch the gate for even the slightest variation in the wind, because they’re able to discern the times. Carefully the watchers wait for a message to bring to the people of Zion.

The Watchers’ role is to discern, to warn, and to protect. Back in the early days, it was the Watchers who cried out, warning of what they saw while standing high on the wall. They lifted up their voices. The word translated “watchman” in the Hebrew, tsaphah, means to lean forward—to peer into the distance, to observe, to await. They became sentries or lookouts.

On your walls, O Jerusalem, I have set watchmen; all the day and all the night they shall never be silent. You who put the Lord in remembrance, take no rest. (Isaiah 62:6)

I hear the Watchers blowing the rams horn, once again calling the people to godly sorrow and repentance. Now is not the time to play house with God and waste precious time on foolish things. I see the mighty winds carrying the sound to the four corners of the earth, where the Watchmen will warn the people regarding the crisis of truth in the land, of the little foxes that spoil the vine.

I also hear the sound of the shofar being carried throughout the earth calling the people of God to declare victory through Christ -- victory in families, victory over church drama, victory in finances and employment. I hear them blowing the shofar with all their might, declaring revival fire to burn throughout the earth.