February 19, 2016   #2


#816
2-19-2019

Dispensary of souls almost at it's end
Then all conception He shall suspend
In the ensuing months ahead
You shall be shown where you'll be led
In your journey to gather His flock
Til the end of the ticking clock
That is your final life on earth
No more shall you suffer rebirth
Your soul redeemed long ago
As you left the heavenly flow
Carried a weight upon thy back
By your side never did lack
For those you loved always there
Soon shall materialize out of thin air
All you've asked shall be granted
For all the seeds you have planted
Some have grown, some have not
Some have continued to fester and rot
Choices they made to remain in the dark
And not to look at their inner spark
Final judgment they'll have to endure
Pray they choose to be made pure
Two in a field as was said
One to raise, one to the dead
Your's is not a path to see
Which to perish, which to be free
Sow your seeds and walk away
Who shall follow, our's to say
Trust in the words soon to come
Feel again you shall, no longer numb
Rejoice in the knowledge we share with you
All shall help in what you'll do
Peace of Christ to you my brother
You shall behold the Holy Mother.


GOD BLESS!  PRAISE JESUS CHRIST!