Scrolls Hidden in Skin

“You are our letter, written in our hearts, known and read by all men. Not written with ink but by the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of flesh of the heart.”
(2 Corinthians 3:2–3)

“Then I said, ‘Behold, I come; in the scroll of the book it is written of Me.’”
(Psalm 40:7)

There are scrolls no eye has seen.
Scrolls that do not sit on pulpits or bookshelves,
but move through cities clothed in skin.

Living epistles.
Breathing words of fire.
Men and women whose very being is the message.

They do not carry revelation.
They are the revelation.

You cannot decode them by intellect.
You must discern them by the Spirit.
For what they release is not crafted in study,
but forged in surrender.

These are not influencers.
These are holy manuscripts.
Written in silence.
Sealed in pain.
Opened in the hour of unveiling.

They have no title,
yet carry authority.
No microphone,
yet thunder when they speak.
No brand,
yet move with the signature of heaven upon them.

You have seen them.
Maybe you are one.

You walk through this world
with scrolls stitched into your being,
your breath echoing what was written
before time began.

Your scars tell a story.
Your posture speaks of resurrection.
Your silence carries sentences no tongue can hold.
Because you were not sent to impress
You were sent to reveal.

You are a walking scroll.
A sealed message now being opened.
A hidden word made flesh in this hour.

Let them mock what they do not recognize.
Let them question what they cannot explain.
The Spirit knows.
And the elect can see.

You are not just a vessel.
You are the unveiling of a voice
that was always written in flame.

—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️