PERSECUTED ONES
The word “WHY” resounds sharply within
But the answer is already known
The heart and soul long ago prepared
Just as the clothes are worn
Just as food and drink taken in daily by the body
The good answers radiate in honest light
Boldly, fearlessly seen in bright eyes
That gently carry God’s Truth
Eyes that shine from a soul that holds treasure
Divine spiritual reality
And a supernatural confidence
Faithful grasp on life that is true life!
If one is able, his feet flee persecution
Wings to carry, to shelter in another American town or village,
Another temporary place, safety for a short while
Until the devil imprisons more
In a fateful test for a few days,
These who “do not love their lives so much
As to shrink from death”.
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A small cloud hovers on the distant horizon
Then, a gathering of others drifts closer
Almost in simple natural beauty
A light sprinkle begins to rain down
Barely enough to wet flowers and grass,
And then thunder off in another direction is heard
And flashes, followed by more rumbling above
Suddenly a torrent is unleashed
Heavy, heavy rain as we scatter
Strong winds and even large hail
And the lands of nations tremble.
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Voices of reason
Voices of tolerance and acceptance
Eventually give way to those who cleverly divide
Who then invite chaos to control, to manipulate
Who begin to celebrate the violent sword of divisions,
And those many who hold to truth and a God of Truth
Are subtly herded, as sheep with lambs drawn together
Then forcefully isolated, set glaringly apart,
Violence follows as their blood flows
As evil lusts for even more blood,
That of the “saints and prophets
And of all who have been killed on the earth”.
Mystery Babylon who rides the Beast
Insatiable Harlot
Soon to be ruined
Soon to be crushed
By the darkest Beast of all kingdom beasts
Just as it was spoken
Just as it was written
So long ago,
Now beginning to be seen
With our own eyes!