#yeshuajesus
The earth shalt
Be in chaos,
Global
Turmoil
Soon;
For whom wilt
Thou chooseth;
Christ, or an Antichrist
That maketh all small,
Rich, poor, meek,
Taketh the bite of Satan
The mark of the beast.
Wherein is thine hope?
Man, or men? Traditional
Deities, cloaked under demon's
Of stench.
Christ Yeshua spoke
Come unto me all ye that labour
And art heavy laden; for he is meek
And lowly in heart, and all whom seek
Him shalt find rest in their soul's.
For peace only cometh from Christ's
Salvation alone.
If haven't accepted his salvation today
Soon the word's ( come up hither ) will
Be for the world to see on Judgement's
Display. We don't hath tommorrow,
And neither today, I pray O' do I pray
That thou shalt find the Messiah-
Yeshua ha'mashiach, the only eternal way.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
i.
Malkhati, ourn arrangement hath been prearranged, set aside all of past anger's, Sting's from compeer's; knoweth ourn lion from the tribe of Judah, the Messiah draweth near.
ii.
Hush mine love, quiet mine dear, notice the weather's change and the birthing pain's of fear; though we shant faint, we shalt run through Meadow's clear. Wherein nothing shalt compare, to the thing's that we shalt see.
iii.
O' just imagine mine Jane, fountain of life that spring's, from God's throne seraph's gleam, as we'll Stare at Christ's bronze feet. Many table's for a holy feast, None beast's to make their way, for the beast's wilt be left behind us, making their trail's in Satan's day.
iv.
For we mine love, O' we; art messenger's, disciples, for Jesus the lowly Nazarene, now he's on high, his time is nigh, where all shalt shalt see his white robe, in blood dipped, paradise gripped, unearthly flow.
v.
We must be ready mine Asian hunny, for the sky's won't be sunny; that much longer now. The time is here, his call for us, we must speak and YELL OF JESUS, the one whom shalt awake the dead from the dust. Prophecy must be fulfilled mine girl, don't be in angst, of this soon passing world. He is the pearl, that once was rejected, the cornerstone to every broken home, the one in the beginning the builder's once disrespected. But every eye shalt see, every tribe shalt mourn, O' his sweet return, His sweet return. We must prophesy, before this earth doth burn, we bring TRUTH NOT FEAR, mayest love come by storm. Anyone who hath an ear, please heed ourn word's. For the Warning's art on the clouds, driven by storm's. YESHUA HAMASHIACH, He's coming soon, wilt thou listen O' man? Or let Lucifer deceive thou to? Mine Jane, Mine Jane, I seeith him coming;
Holy, holy is his name.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry , prophetic poetry.
©Earl jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
As the welkins turneth grey, and the night becometh day, man fall's back to Noah's time; where sin in men
Displayed.
Where chain's became one's grave, whence giant's roamed the earth, making babies with lustful ladies;
Making the world their settled
Church.
As the fallen one's layed their seed, to stop ourn saviors means, as humanity calleth them God's;
In reality sickly beasts.
Men reproduced their deities, out of clay, hand-dug gold; bowing to breathless idol's, just as Christian's
Sold their soul's.
Making creatures from the pit,
Their daily water and their spit,
Knowing not the god, who
Made them in his image.
Clean clothed new world order
Grinches.
Bleating out for their king, O' the truth thou seekest, though the truth's unseen.
Because tis yeshua thou hath rejected, ear's made shut,
Worldly infected.
Technology and pleasures
Hath replaced the almighty
God, Jehovah, Elohim, yahweh;
Jesus his son.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©prophetic poetry.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC