Exodus Cry - The Prayer Movement to End Slavery

Had a dream this morning and wanted to share it with you.

In the dream I was a part of a production crew for a reality tv show.
The dream started and I was standing out side with two of the producers.
(The tv show was kind of like americas most wanted when they would do undercover
stings to catch people in the act.) One of the producers started to talk about what was happening.
He had some sort of radio thing in his hand that allowed him to hear the action going on.
He began to talk about the perp and his taste in woman saying in closing "little does our guy know
that our undercover agent with him is only 10!" I was then in the room up stairs with the perp. On the
show I was someone that had earned the guys trust and I also functioned as another hidden camera.
I could see the girl in the room. She looked small, had on sluty clothes and a huge wig. The perp was
older, medium build with gray hair. He was sitting on the couch and asked the girl to come over to him.
He started to massage her a little bit and was slowly making his moves. It was enough to bust him and the
room was rushed upon. Suddenly! I had a wooden bat and was taking swings at this guy. I was striking him
in the head, shoulder, hips, thighs, and knees. I wanted to hurt this guy. The whole time he was face down on
the ground covering up from the blows. My strikes were not in a mad fury. But I for sure wanted him to feel soom pain.
When I stopped and they rolled the guy over. The man was weeping and was crumpled. He was relieved that he got caught.
My whole countenance changed. I left the room and put the wooden bat away in the closet and immediately fell to my knees and
began to weep. I was flooded with the reality of how Jesus saw this man. I knew the man hated what he was doing.
He didn't understand why he was doing it or how it got to this point. He was full of shame, self-hatred, confusion, and deep regret.
He was broken and felt that he deserved ever blow from the bat and felt that the blows were not enough. He had no Idea that
there was a savior.

I awoke from the dream still weeping and then suddenly, the weeping was gone. I laid in bed awake pondering the dream and waiting on the Lord.
A few scriptures rushed in my spirit.

James 1:21- for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness that God requires.

Psalm 14 ~ There is no one righteous, not even one

Isa. 64-6 - Our own righteousness is like filthy rags.

I knew that Jesus was weeping for this man. He was saying that I've paid this mans price on the cross...but no one
would pray for him. My people looked down on him and only hated him. It's not the healthy that need a doctor but the sick.