Lift Up Your Heads: Luke, Chapter Ten

Blessed are your eyes for, prophets as kings have desired to see What you thus behold and have not ? Little children, you shall hear Of wars and rumours of wars yet be nay afraid nor dismayed for truly These things first must be still her end want to arrive: many of you shall Be imprisoned and or killed for My names sake because, they have never known Myself as surely not, Our Father ? Some of you will be gathered afore rulers There I shall place My words into your mouth where deep, calleth unto deep Piercing, a place which cannot hide severing they ? Whom soon most surely cryeth Unto her mountains to spare them this the wrath of yes, The Son of God.... Lightning flashing His Angels turn your eyes precious one's; Love's, redemption has arrived.