TIME PAST
TIME PAST
Even with many signs
They failed to see
They had the special seats
Up close and personal
But it afforded them nothing
Nothing of value
They were offered the Kingdom
But preferred their set patterns
What would it take
To cause them to see the Truth?
Many will want to see in these times
Because the death toll
Will be immense
Especially within the churches
Those fine, sought after establishments
of honor and prose
But not truly so
Not as God sees them
He knows the sin
He knows the hearts
He hears the blasphemy
By those who claim it to be simple doubt
Big names will be gone in a blink
And the rest of us will shudder
We won't even have time for grief
Before another drops to the dust
But it did not have to be this way
You could have asked to SEE
For yourselves what the Truth is
The prophets have been sent already
And they are now silent
Because there were no listeners
You would think that death
Would open the door
For people to choose Truth
But rarely so
The heart and mind usually returns
To its norm
After trauma
And what we have is a stalemate
God's actions of Justice
Will not bring many to repentance
But it will stop the liars
From gathering more souls
Beneath their widespread wings
God will lay siege against His Church
And what we will have
Is unfathomable to our minds
At this time
He is a God of mercy
This is true
But wherein lies the mercy
In allowing pastors, leaders, prophets, teachers
To present a false gospel
Guaranteeing the innocent
A seat in Hell?
So much has been done
To woo the True Church
So much has been afforded
To teach Truth
So much grace has been given
So much mercy poured out
So many prayers and pleas
Before God's Throne
But there is a point in time
In the entire scope of things
Which is now
When the process is complete
And Judgment begins
One after another
Names you know
Most you don't
Pew sitters
Pastors
Book writers
Singers
Songwriters
Even children
Taken before their time
Because you refuse to see
Dust to dust . . .
But it was never meant to be this way
We were created in the image of God
We were given Breath by our Creator
We were implanted with a desire
To know Him
But the voices of the many snakes
Drown out His sweet song over us
And we can no longer hear Him
We follow the most articulate
Or the most humorous
Or the one writes the most books
Or allows us to continue in our sin
We follow man
Because we have lost sight
Of our Creator
And only in death
Will He be seen and known
Once more
Grieve for the losses
That is what we do
But it's not enough
It will never be enough
It cannot bring anyone back
From the grave
What we must do
Is bow down and repent
For not choosing to see
For hating the Truth
For taking hold of lies
As if they held each breath we took
Open our eyes, Father God
To see You as You are
To see our condition as You see it
To know that the death of the apostates
Stands forever
They will not be given another chance
They will not enter Your Kingdom
May their deaths open our eyes
To SEE as we were always meant to SEE
MW
"Hasten forward in time
See how the clock has brought forth
An illusion of time to spare
It is not so
Today is the day of Salvation
You may not be given
Any more breaths
Today is almost past . . .
And there is only
One True Salvation
The liars go to their graves
In record number
Funeral after funeral
And the weeping begins to wane
For how much sorrow
Can the people bear?
It would have been better
If many had never been born
For the sorrow they will carry
In these end times
Sorrow does accumulate
And those who fashion themselves
As leaders
And sweep down upon the people
With falsehoods,
Promises of hope
Illusions of safety
Kind gestures
And open arms
That lead directly to Hell
Will carry within their mortal bodies and souls
The Judgment due them on that last day
You can choose to open your eyes
You can ask to be cleansed of your sin
You can offer yourselves as a sacrifice
To bring Truth to this last generation
But I will wait no longer
For those who fail to see
For any reason.
Habbakuk 2"
FATHER GOD