Prophecy (Not in Contempt)

Feeling your Kindness your hand upon my heart
I feel your love your voice oh Father.
One I need not ever be apart.

I feel the bleeding of my life yet
sewn you've made my heart to be
for forever I will live in your love so free.

As I enter in Glory so lost I have been
in seeing where I have come from and where I have sinned
So noble of words I have written here but forever cannot
share of your Glory and your fear of times lost and forgot.

Of What makes you the Ruler over all in all Kingdoms and all
places you have made yourself known to all the types of face.
In Languages you have spoken to them, in preference you even
found a place; Yet still they turn their heads in disgrace.

My heart does hurt of the ones who cannot see that you have
come only to set them free.
Free from the pain the desire to be God In their hearts they
settle with But in painful loss of sleep and painful loss of heart, they
refuse the gift and so they depart.

For I wish not to Jest in their loss but to pray yes I do but
forever I will wonder as I am sure many do.
Of How long it must take? How much pain must they go through?
How much loss must they edure before they realize the Grandure
of a life that is lived by few.
Of the Sin that in Lost in the Storm of the Lord of The Pain
that is Forgot and not ever Foretold.

Tears that are kept in place where the treasures will stay
in place where not one single theif can ever touch
in place where no air can decay
of the treasures we will give when the earths left to lay.
In this world their Answers at bay. Their questions come much.

For they set it all ficton yet cannot prove it wrong and the
pain and deciet they have set on a throne. In their loss they
forget that we cannot change the plans of the Lord or the laws
of God. We cannot prove what is Right to be Wrong. Though we
try and we try every day even more. We forget that we cannot
make something from nothing unlike our lord.

Forever will be cursed to rise ourselves above your
Garciousness and love of something that cannot be bought
Forever will be be prisioners of Self wondering where we came
from where we are going. What are we doing? what have we got?

Without you the pain writhes, The soul pours out and bleeds
The heart breaks the mind seethes. Our eyes are blind we cannot
see the very thing that attacks you and me. Thank you for your
Saving Grace. Thank you for Setting Me free. From the Bondage
that makes me think I am free though I feel a need to be.
Someone other than what you want to make me.

why oh Lord must I destroy your plan for me indeed. Only to
pursue dishonesty, greed. Only to pursue what I thought might
be. When in fact all will come to nothing and the Sand I hold
will have sifted in due speed. In time all will be left along
and holding only grains of what was foretold. The Prophecy of
Gold is not the interest that I have but the Salvation of
Millions If I might be so bold.

Never would I ever take the name or the numbers to myself. A
pledge I make onto you. That many would be saved in Grace
through you and in power that you give, in spirit that you give
in Love that you show in Pain that you share and in Faith and
Compassion that you care.

For I cannot hold onto what does not exist what will never be
unless you grant it onto me. I can cry aloud and ask for many
things but your will is all that proceeds. I will not ask that
what you feel I can not hold or take for real. So I will wait
her just for a voice. Though honestly is not my choice. But
know that you are God and you are near. And that shalt not
fret. I shalt not fear. Anymore. For your Purpose and your
Plan will be Forevermore.
Your Love endures forever and your patience so
Dear.