Tuesday, August 8, 2017









cornerstone

thirty years

of dying

to self

prepared my way

to the tree

 

among you now

sixty years

of dying

to prepare you to be

taken up

 

“My” sorrow

is greatly

magnified

to find

those who are called

 

to shepherd “My”

flocks

continually breaking into pieces

for a price

the foundation of your faith

 

and declare unto you that they are

the author

and finisher

of

your faith

 

that your

faith

must meet

their deceitful

standards

 

your faith

must need be

worked out

before

“Me and My Father”

 

and

not

the

religious luminaries

in this day

 

the end of

the age

is indeed upon you

and you are found not

“Keeping Watch”

 

they are

fear mongers

they do not embrace

or esteem

or enlighten

 

you know this

for you are

always

left

unfed

 

so much so

that

you go about

in this day

hungry

 

for the things

of this

world

which satisfy you

not

 

awaken from your

slumber

“MY Kingdom”

is at hand

the hour

 

is upon you

 

 

 

 

 

 


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