The prayer of the righteous rises from the ends of the earth and songs of deliverance rise from the Great South Land of the Holy Spirit. Her heart beats once again from the desert centre, from her very core. Her heart beats with His heart for the nations. “The islands are mine”, says the Lord. Unseen, down trodden, forgotten, of little consequence are they to nation giants. Seeds within them, planted long ago, now burst into life. Giant trees rise out of the nothingness. Words of healing and life permeate the fog of hopelessness. The wind of the Spirit rises to bring a clarity rarely seen, a clarity of vision through the nations for the islands, a clarity of vision through the islands for the ‘one.’