Call them that has ear.
Down in gentle air
And benign flowing breeze.
Take them to Horeb
Split the paths to all realm.
The quenched fire pleads.
And looming amidst.

The hungry should come.
Those that thirst come.
Throat dried in quest
And bones gone and depressed.
Feel the burning fire.
As felt by saints and satisfied.

The weak in the spirit.
Come taste heaven’s fist.
Stronger and powerful,
This is not aprilfool.
Rest no more on nonethingneas.
At your door lies goodness.

I am made foolish for all.
Thence float in empty hall.
Help high,
Nor saviour nigh
And thus is power made free,
So cling and power feel.

It hurts? Yes but now gone
As all is now one.
Come yet lost and lonely.
Come to the light that glee.
Tell your weakness to die.
It will, If you come and dine.

I will speak yet more.
For grace speaks more.
Light my bones to scuttle
Follow redemption shuttle.
The fire still burns< Till mercy seat is shun. GOOD MORNING FELLAS JUDAISKY CARES.

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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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