My mind is on fire with thought of the times,
Revealed are those things in mysteries of some kind.
The journey has been lit by the hand of the truth,
The road has been paved with ideas long subdued.
Buried deep down in the annals of what's known,
Hidden from the eyes of those who might expose.
But the time is at hand to let loose such mysterious,
At the Almighty command His wisdom to receive.
It taps you on the shoulder with insight so well hid,
To awaken the sleepy one to rise as He does bid.
Stand against the lie that slithers in the grass,
Bring to the forefront and uncover what He asks.
His people's eyes have grown accustomed to the dark
Thinking they see the path leading them astray, afar.
But an army of watchers is placed upon the wall,
A trumpet on their lips announcing to one to all.
A candle in the darkness with a flame in the cold,
To touch the burning hearts that speak with tongues so bold.
And when the Day arises a warning has led the way,
To fall upon ones face in repentance to finally pray.
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