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.
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