We the Mystery of Seed concealed in flesh OF Christ, We the Body BY Spirit, Wheat Rooted IN Life, LIVING SOULS that Rise, Gathered from TIME, but the seed of cursed flesh of time BURIED in dust, NEVER TO Rise but swallowed as dust of time.
The Beauty of Peace, that IS the Bride's, Reflection IN TIME of the beast of death.
Come LITTLE Children UNTO THE Spirit that Brings His Flock BACK TO Life.
O Lord, MORE OF Thee and NONE OF me, that I NOW May Live the Evidence OF Revelation DAY. Let the Body, Church, BRIDE of the Lord SHOUT the Good News OF True Life OF Love.
HOW CAN the Bride STOP Thinking, Speaking, YEARNING FOR NEW Life BYOND the world of TIME?
No comments:
Post a Comment