I Sit As Queen, I Am No Widow

Banished and disgraced in 1798— Stripped of her temporal power, And before the end of time, She’ll receive her prophetic hour. The entire world will pay her homage— All peoples, multitudes and nations. Spiritual suicide committed by most, Adhering to her indoctrinations. It only takes one generation For history’s lessons to be lost; Lives Christ willingly died for Fail to listen to His Holy Ghost. Man’s own glory to be given honor And Christ’s sacrifice demeaned; Men sit as judge and jury, The conscience to be weaned. She sits as queen upon the beast, Dressed in scarlet and purple that's royal. Decked with costly jewels of pride— Astrology her deep, dark soil. Whatever the Persians and Grecians loved, She took to heart as well. Called them her own mysteries— Claimed Mithra's keys to heaven and hell. She’s become the habitation of devils And all will soon drink of her wine. The traders are made rich by her commerce— The “Mother of Harlots” claimed divine. Sitting on her throne of spiritual darkness, Chosen alienation from God in accord, She claims she’ll be queen forever, But her end will come from the Lord. Copyright © 2011 Maureen LeFanue www.godsgreetings.org