O My Prophetic Soul

O my prophetic soul -
I cast thee down from there.
Dost thou not see thy lucid dreams?
Of what thy world chooses not to identify;
For their limited minds encase only ignorance.

 

Speak of haste and prepare thyself,
For time hath come upon us.
O my prophetic soul -
How dost one share thy wisdom
Of what is yet to come?
Of what bequest hath one been granted?
To prepare for HIS coming?

 

Seek those, who assemble in thee night’s hours,
Prevailing in times of plights end
No fear shall we own -
Nither disbelief, nor doubt shall we carry
Vital prayers shall shed thee darkest corners
Multiplying illumination upon thee night
As our adversaries mock our faith.

 

Hark! Thee lamb of righteousness cast out
All wickedness - liars, thieves and adulterers
Turn from thy selfish, earthly flesh
Lest thou find only thee fires of hell
O my prophetic soul -
Canst thou aid me in this warfare?
To show thy narrow path? That I might lead
HIS children to an eternal kingdom of glory.

 

 

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