Power
Power is the strength within
Its the Word of refulgere bright
But sad to say its use mischief
It was created in perfection
All at its given time.
Does any see its beauty
My eyes trickle out blood tears
To all of its corruptions
To destroy the works of the
Master.
Rise up my people, hear
Put on new robes of harmony
With the only Master
The One who put you in His
Beloved garden, He created
With the oceans deep
The mountains high
The valleys wide and luscious
And deserts calm where
Noise seems silent
Look, stop destroying that
Which was given.
Put on clean robes
and worship Me
I am the Alpha and the Omega
I am the Power! not men
The Aleph Reshon.
Can you not see! Selah
Copyright © Maria Gothard | Year Posted 2016
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