Poetry

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Hear the cackling of the night bird nesting within the mustard tree
while God's elect remain in the field His faithful
casting forth Christ’s veracious seed

Hear the birds squawking its traditions of men
seducing those devoid of God’s true word
Such a harvest begets the blackened tear
ingesting the lies of the cackling bird

comes a Harvest out of Season
as winter finds those hungry souls
starving for the true word of God
Lo!
Satan shall reap a harvest of souls!

Yes God will allow, those who so choose,
to be blind and deaf unto the True Christ’s word
So let them stumble lost and confused
within the dark shadows of the chattering birds

Now,
from the least of seed grows the mustard tree
one that God’s elect remained faithful sowing
while awaiting His day of latter rain,
the early rain has His good seed growing

comes a Harvest out of Season
as winter finds those hungry souls
starving for the true word of God
Lo!
Satan shall reap a harvest of souls!


T. M. Lowry
9/27/2002
Copyright © 2002

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