A Prophetic Rhyme

For The End of Time

A foretaste of what is to come
of end time preparation has begun.
Drinking out of cisterns hewn by man
will be removed by living in a barren land.
Many parts of my body are asleep
and through my judgments will be shaken
and some will awaken ---

Hearken to my words! Travail and weep
for the last end dying sheep.
Lie before me between the porch and the altar.
I will strengthen you as you intercede
so that you will not falter.

Sheep and shepherds alike have fallen without number.
Prophetic sayings and a trumpet's blast
cannot awaken them from their slumber.
Alas, alas ---

Forsake not my words and commands.
Flee from worldly contamination and self-made plans.
America has not been faithful to my sayings.
Her ways are lacking and I am now weighing ---

There is a price to pay this hour
for not leaning on, and trusting in me.
When tests, trials, and tribulations come,
mortal man will find life's battles have not been won.

I, the King, will call them into the Wedding Feast.
Invitations have I sent out.
Even to the very least, my people are too busy
and lack interest in what I have prepared.

False doctrines, seducing spirits,
and the cares of this life have them ensnared.
So I will send my messengers to compel
the lame, the poor, the maimed, the blind and demon possessed
to come to me from the highways and hedges to rest and be blessed.

This is the day that I have prepared
for the ones who have chosen me.
Spotless and without wrinkle are the garments they wear.
Overcoming by the blood of the Lamb
and the word of their testimony.

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