An untidy tale that must be told
But who is ready to listen?

The horses gathered by the river’s edge
Each in turn thirsty for they had not drank
Even a sip of water in days

There was plenty of water available
That was not the problem
They had been close to a stream
But they would not drink

Now, the time came that they must drink
Or their health would fail
Each in turn ambled toward the water
They took their time
Because no horse wanted to be the first
To drink of the spring water
It had to be all or nothing

For you see
They had this group mentality
That comes with being part of a group
And they were dependent on the thoughts
And judgements of the other horses

Nightfall came and they weren’t any closer
To the water, at least to drinking it
But of all things, a storm arose
And lightning hit a nearby tree
Quickly, without another thought
They each rushed into the water
Until the water covered their hooves
And they drank, oh did they drink
As much as they could hold

And the moon shone that night
In a new way
It was not simply the reflection of the sun
But there was something strange
Within this reflection
Which baffled the horses
And caused them to stay right where they were

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And, people, the signs will come
Whether you can decipher them or not
The storms are coming to force you to drink
Of the Truth to survive
Fear will ravage the land
And we will simply and fully be at the mercy
Of the times

EXCEPT for those washed clean by the 
Blood of the Lamb
For they will ride a different horse
They will be upon the Great Steed
And in these hours, these times
They will surely TRIUMPH in ways
Which this world has never seen

You may stumble and fall 
With your approach to letting the Truth
Into your heart,
But know that there is a Shepherd,
Strong and brave
Who will force the issue
When you have not the courage
To choose rightly

Gather around . . .
These are tales which were formed
From life, from trial, from disadvantage
And great and clear Revelation
Drink deeply . . .
For the signs have started . . .