Ires of March
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Like wine with no outlet, it burst forth from this "old wineskin." I could not hold it in (Job 32:19).
The scene stopped me in my tracks,
Crimson bursting through darkly gray.
"Another cold, dark morning," I mused.
As I turned to walk away...
"Beware the Ires of March, Watchman!
Scoffers attack like mad hornets!
I AM stirring their secret hives,
Exposing their darkly terror.
They will reap what they have sown,
When I unleash My holy terror!"
"How do I confirm this, Lord?"
"Better than a sign to see
Are the direct words from Me.
So, beware the Ires of March!"
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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