Jan. 31, 2024 - Revelation Poem - Final

This is the complete poem, minus one verse that I determined was too 'scary' for the bible study group I was sharing this with.  This poem was a request from our leadership team, to conclude a seven week study of Revelations, in conjunction with the church ministry team that is teaching this book of the bible. 

This is the final copy, it went through the 'refiner's fire' and some words may have changed, as Holy Spirit clarified what was intended.  

I copied and pasted, the format didn't seem to jive...


Revelation, revelation; an unveiling of the truth,

 The promise from the Father; the burden of His proof.

  

The glory of God to hide a mystery,

 The honour of man to seek the answer,

Scour the pages; reflect on history,

He is the ballet; you are the dancer.

   

Listen to the music, it stirs the weary soul.

 Intricate steps along the way, a story long foretold.

   

The final act in the written word

Faithfully transcribed by beloved John.

A tremendous vision, seen and heard

The Father speaks to his begotten son.

  

A blessing to those who studiously read, the stern warnings and promises given

Who mark thy words and carefully heed, cast off the dead, and enjoin the living.

 

 An apocalyptic prophesy

A vision for the future.  

Receive in faith not mockery,

For the dead in Christ shall prosper.

  

Time is of the essence, so listen now, I say,

 Get within His presence and stay there day by day.


Gather all the souls you love

Under a blanket  of protection,

Bow your head and plead the blood, Receive His benediction.

  

The end of days is coming soon, the hour is not predicted

Watch the stars, the sun, the moon - the actions of the wicked.

 

 An escalation of evil deeds

Countered by the prayerful.

A heavenly army on golden steeds

Will perform a holy miracle.

  

Chariots of fire and eyes a blazing, the wicked are struck down,

A power so great and so amazing, they nary touch the ground.

  

A rescue mission like none before

For Christ, himself, will come.

Hell open the gate and shut the door

And the enemy will be done.

  

Hell rule and reign a thousand years, His disciples by His side

The bridegroom cries ten thousand tears for his holy bride.

  

Return to Him and take your place

For a crown you have been given

Dress yourselves and wash your face

No longer are you striven.


Cast your crowns! Sing Gods praise! Bend your knees before the throne. Your former self is but filthy rags, for you have been reborn.

 

Oh, sons and daughters, heed my cry

From the Father to His children

Believe the truth and not a lie,

On the BEDROCK you shall build on.

   

Within the heart of every Christian, lies the heart of the Father

Inside this heart is a gold commission, a proposal that is proffered.

 

Love thy neighbour  as thyself

Love God and no other.

Tell no lies and speak the truth, 

For a foe may be your brother.

 

Take courage now, stay strong and stand! Your faith will be rewarded.

The enemy roams like a hungry lion, but his evil days are thwarted.

 


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