#dontbesleeping
Ariseth watchman, O' prophet's dust off the dirt from thy feet. Ourn messiah is close, Iisoús Christós,
He's at the narrow door
Knocking; hair white as
Snow, countenance as
A white sun.
Waken, liven up thy hope,
For ourn lord hast risen; all thing's made subject to him.
Art thou ashamed of the great "I AM",
O' Christian? Is thy lamp trimmed, full of oil? Or is thy lamp half full.
Art thou ready? Or playing
World as time ticks through.
From thy slumber, wash the crust out of thy eyne, judgements soon to
Befall this sphere, get thy mind
Settled, focus on what's right.
Watchman watch, O' prophet's write,
Yeshua's coming as a thief;
To rapture up his bride.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©prophetic poetry
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 9:42 AM UTC