Everyone’s out to make their millions, but no one is out to
Seek the heart of God for them selves. Everyone relies one someone else to lead
him or her by the nose into the Promised Land. Who has their eye on the prize?
Who is it that draws man? Who is it that gives and takes, upon the heart’s
request? Are we so distracted by the whirlwind in our head that we can’t come
to that place where we refuse to accept nothing lest than what God The King of
the universe has provided for us all, as sons?
Caught betwixt ‘the then, and the now’,
‘The cash cow or thorns so crowned?’
Frailties abound, the Master’s voice drowns!
Suddenly aware, succumbed and bound,
Cunningly surrendered, is your Royalty Crowns!
‘Dominion Usurped!’ 'The Kingdom Not Found!'
‘Is the hour of visitation at hand?’
‘The Trump of God! Our visitation sounds! In man!
'Your God given power and might! Your Eternal Birthright!'
'Proclaim! Proclaim! If Known?
Shout! Proclaim! From The High and Holy Tower!)
‘Comes Now! The Hour of Power!
Come upon us in this our chosen Hour!’
Our world devoured, melts away as do the hours end.
No more souls bought, or owned!
Living, as though, our souls are ours to own! As if our lives were some kind of 'lifetime pay as you go plan.'
‘Is that really for Us,
God’s Most Holy Supreme Plan? ‘The Hour Is At Hand.”
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