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Xanthe Smith Poem
7:13
The coldness came quickly
The darkness began to spread
Violent tongues were lashing
Evil fingers pointed at innocence
Thanks and forgiveness had been forgotten
O' DEAR HEAVENLY FATHER, how might we stop this
TIC, TIC, TIC, TOC
The sand is moving fastly
It flew right past us
Good numbers dwindled
While evil ones surpassed us
Evilness had its way
Somehow Lucifer had been invited
Such an evil sight to see
People were broken and divided
The good were being highly tested
Evilness had blanketed the skies
Barely any light was able to squeeze on by
Darkness almost consumed us all
Fewer followers under the HIGHEST ORDER
Many had switched to darkness
O' HEAVENLY DIVINE, how do we make it through this
Can you please come down and save us
The dark clouds split apart very, very quickly
Wicked became even more wicked
The Sand is running out its gone so swiftly
Purest whisper spoken into my ear
Saying, Psalm 91, feel while you are here
It will help until I AM near
The HIGHEST ORDER of MESSENGERS arrived
They carefully flew through all of the fire
Entering in Satans playground of Sin
For One Last Spit Trial
The DIVINES TRUMPET has been sounded
GOD gave His final warning
Satan did not descend
Holding his head high in evil sin
GOD'S once most powerful in HIS ORDER
ALMIGHTY DIVINE, in the sands of Time
The Glass only holds One pebble
HOLY ORDER of The DIVINE
Sang in Time
In such Beautiful Harmony and Rhythm
Satan's once large Empire
Began to Crumble and Sour
DIVINE & SUPERNATURAL POWERS
SEVEN:THIRTEEN
Divided All into two separate files
The Pure and Wicked no longer smothered together
Evil Thirteens, paired, and had to stare into the Windows of the Innocent Sevens
TIC, TIC, TOC
Began the two Infinity Clocks
GOD swang down his hammer
GOD'S FOREVER GLASS IS A BALANCING ACT
LOVE BINDS ITSELF TOGETHER
ALWAYS & FOREVER, AMEN.
Copyright © Xanthe Smith | Year Posted 2022
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Xanthe Smith Poem
Seekers who seek
Seeker shall find
Just in time
For the seeker to unwind
The secret to untangle
The tangled mind
He or she who seeks
Must wait in line
To untangle the rope
To untangle the line
Some which are thick
And some which are fine
Some belong to you
And others are mine
So, Ye Seek
And Ye shall find
Just in time
To untangle the rope
To untangle the line
That patiently waits
In the now
Untangled mind
Copyright © Xanthe Smith | Year Posted 2022
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