July 9, 2015    #2

#659
7-9-2015

Angelic languages to and fro
Little see, little know
All that goes on before their eyes
Unable to see because of the lies
Blinded by those who feed them fodder
Father, mother, son and daughter
Standing on their self-made altar
Spinning their webs without falter
Much of My flock sits mesmerized
By shiny words all hypnotized
Only source of the Word is the Father
Why do they sit there?  Why do they bother?
False prophets abound full of their greed
Never once giving My sheep what they need
Words coated in honey to flavor the deception
Filling their bellies with no detection
Cast aside all the books and tv
GOD's not for sale, all is for free
See in their eyes, the truth of their being
For that is not what you are seeing
Open thine hearts to the one true GOD
Not those whom were never given the nod
No permission to guide the Lord's sheep
Whose eyes are wide open, yet they're asleep
GOD, My Father, can open your eyes
And save you from he who buys
Your souls with each word they say
And keep you from salvation on final day
Turn aside thy gaze and look to the sky
Follow Me and never die
Time runs still, soon to stop
As My messenger arrives atop
His pale horse to reap the harvest
This he does at My behest
Seek Me now in the twilight of man
Save all those whom you can
Share the news of this fateful time
And look for the signs in the Rhyme.

GOD Bless!  Praise Jesus Christ!