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The Nightwatchmen Dream

In the first two watches

 

of dark Gethsemane

 

while Y'shua prayed for us

 

His lamps went out

 

and so He roused them

 

Encouraged vigilance

 

Again they succumbed

 

 

On the third watch

 

He just let them sleep

 

and see them slumber still

 

snoring through the final watch...

 

the watch whose number

 

calls forth Meshiakh

 

 

Those who've come to take Him away

 

are at the gate

 

yet still the mammon mesmer

 

blisses on

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Published
Oct 4, 2010
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