Behold
I stood on the mounded shore of the riverAnd the finger of God touched my brow
I fell into a deep sleep and arose
In a vision of what is not now.
Winds began to still the trees
with a silent bounded breath
Nothing was as it seemed
Reality meets death.
As the lathe etches the wood
My thoughts are honed with fear
More powerful then I can understand
And a voice says I am here.
Les not fear fore I am
You sought me from the womb
And I saw you then
You will not see the tomb.
Fore I will return forthwith
And deaths sting will not visit these
They have called to me
So death will surely cease.
The wicked have been upon you
to do their lies
Well it is at an end
You will hear their cries.
No longer will vengeance ravage the earth
The wicked shall be put asunder
The righteous will rise up
An put and end to the plunder.
The darkened places will be revealed
Huddled masses are set free
From heathen overtures
To reign with me.
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