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How wicked is wicked, More than barbaric Evil that rules one nation Trail of tears and misery People entombed as they come and go Dead as they rise up and sit down. Darkness walks this land Many women wounded, deep scars of guilt Lies as a thick atmosphere Deceit the air we breath Great shadows remain in the pain of condemnation. Fallen, a tribe, a language, a dollar, a people, Nation that destroys new life The smallest, most innocent child Most vulnerable, purest expression Baby seed of the very gift of life, Destroyed! There is a judge and there is justice Such nations destined for fire A culture of death, a country of greed In the blinding face of true justice. Now held accountable.

The time is short Needs are great everywhere Kingdom trumpets sound in the distance Resonate in the ears, Banners of the armies out front Banners of truth and power and authority, Written words pulse with power Glow with colors of majesty Royal gold and silver, flashes of purple and crimson; Even stars across the sky portray the same Conflict among people, conflict between kingdoms Divine authority established by force. Seven eyes gaze throughout the earth Heaven sees all, The injustice of Islam, confusion of religions, the Nicolaitans, Eyes penetrate every mind and soul Know the future with infinite detail Remember the past the same Fully consumed with the present. God of the Universe marches in front The First Born always leads the battle Heaven and earth tremble with His every step, Sword of the Spirit very sharp Cuts swiftly, precisely to the heart Lays bare every act, every motive Every careless word in the balance Nothing hidden from His sight. The armies of righteousness strike fearlessly Swiftly like a sudden hammer blow driving in a nail

Come Together

Each Day

Come together, join as one Vast cloud of chosen ones Whitest Spirit white, a parade across the sky Triumphant flock that moves peacefully through the heavens Lifted mercifully from this common earth Separated from death and destruction; True peace rules the few, earth remnant Confidence sails from above- In famine, bread in abundance; In driest desert, streams of fresh water; Near shallow pools of human filth and violence Yet, clean, unspotted garments and minds. Souls always renewed Heads lifted high Salvation draws near On this good day of trust.

Each day Another sip from the heavenly cup Another step forward in life In separation, sanctified, set apart, Closer to the true Lord and His Kingdom, Deeper into the well of water springing up Bread of Life held in strong common hands One prayer of faithfulness, one new day at a time. Hands of love are always held out, As a small child's stumbling grows into the strides of a man, A sacred aroma moves about peacefully The fragrance of life soothing, calming, Draws the human spirit close Draws the heart and soul near Comforts any person worn down, burdened Poorly treated, worn out by this world, Rejected forcefully, abandoned by even family, friends As outcasts, pushed aside; A dirty blanket of poverty tossed over them Now hidden away, out of sight, forgotten Kept from eyes too sensitive, too self-enlightened, more sacred than others Where worship is worship of self, Human effort alone sits enthroned with a deceitful smile. But, as each good morning awakens with new light The atmosphere of lies, of dark clouds melts away Then suddenly evaporates; The world and those whose portion is in this life Fade much as the morning mist A thin vapor in the Holy Light of the warm new morning sunshine.

Good Seal

Into the Arms

A gentle stride with a tender heart He walks along the narrow country road He hikes up the scenic trails From high places eyes see very far Penetrate deeply into the heart and spirit Hearing beyond the senses, Seeing beneath the common earthly layers; Compassion burns. Most others sense his difference An odd unease moves them Eyes turn from those eyes As dry lips from a fresh pool of water, Cracked lips from a cool spring; Without understanding and clear reason An urge for distance, an anxious need for separation, Instant rejection without any words An unspoken threat wells up Unease churns the gut Division sharper than any sword Invisible cut of the Spirit. Good seal on one, but not the other; "Mark of the Beast", the fruit of all hatred, Waits viciously in the wings.

When fear breathes down our necks Icy hand grips the child's mind, Even friends and family Turn to betray; Poverty of hunger and thirst stalks this fallen land Faith in God, Belief in the Holy Words Tested beyond all imagined human strength. Cries and tears of endurance Forced on the faces of many "Jobs", rise up, Perseverance of Elijah in this cold, harsh place. Police state, fascist perversion, Many slave prison camps spring up as poison mushrooms; Heaven as hard as the new scorched desert earth. We run into the arms of our Father Small the gate, narrow the road Chosen cross of Messiah, the cup we now drink.