Eli Jah
Oh soothsayers of Beth El
who prophesy in the name of Jehovah
but disregard the commands of his Son
you who have appointed your own selves
as keepers of my vineyard
Have I not sent my own servants
the servants of him appointed to be King
who with tender Love begged you for justice
but like your fathers before you
you have slain them to stop up my Word.
Do you think in your hearts
we have become the owners of the vineyard
and all her fruit is ours
Does not the whole cosmos belong to its owner
that you should think to put my Word
into chains fashioned by the hands of men
My Word will turn where I will it
and nothing you can fashion will restrain it
the judge is standing even before the door
and the cries of the sheep have reached his ear
Those who refuse to bow before his presence
will certainly be crushed until dust
See now to the Glory of my Son
to whom every generation will do obeisance
His Light is the Life of Men
You have seated your own selves
as Heads of His table
but it is my Son who is its rightful Owner
see now to the messages sent by
the witness of His Own servants
Will those who mock my entreaties
to wear the garments provided
for the wedding of the King go unnoticed
as surly as you have not dressed
yourselves in the garments he has provided
you yourselves will be rejected
entry into the halls of Glory
When will you seek understanding
Know this riddle "When the Light shines
all that is darkness disappears"
Was not hatred declared a work of the flesh
yet you have filled the Table
with words despicable to my Heart
When will you Listen
you were given the finest Teacher Life could Buy
when will his Word enter your heart
when will what is precious
become a delight to your souls
Every day my Word goes forth
Every day his Words entreat
Every day they are sent
to bind up the wounded
to comfort the broken
to make clear all the paths of Life
of righteousness
Was not the collection taken
up for the poor , but you take them
up and fill your own table
and even with all this you make usury
of my own servants
How have you fallen
Your luxurious living is a testament
of your penury in understanding
Oh how the mighty will fall before Truth
the cries have reached the Temple
and the fires of the censor are ready
the flame of which will cleanse
my house of all its impurities
until the Light of the King
is the True Beacon in the Darkness.
Amen Come King of Kings
sources . all the prophets
from Abel to John
1Kings 13..
Isaiah 61....
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
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