Belies the undercurrent aspect of the surreal.
For almost upon us is the reality shift
As exhausted watchmen send out their last appeal.
The everlasting gates have lifted up therir heads.
The trump's been blown by the King of Glory!
In a flash of light, the doors open, then close,
The portal where begins His end time story.
How euphorious the blast which opens the day!
He shakes the earth upon which I stand!
How strange that the world is yet untouched!
Grimly determined in oblivion, to the last man!
I am bound for something different
Then the earth dweller who refused God's peace!
I'll minister as priest in the hall of His sanctuary,
In the heart of His power, where joy can only increase!
In the chariot of my prince I arrive
Among noble warriors and valiant men.
I will ascend up to the banquet hall
As those who were called to His feast, gather in.
Mighty men go straight up, into the fortified city
To their appointment in the stronghold of the Lord.
The spoil is to be divided amongst them
Once broken, are all the seals, with their cords.
This inner sanctum in the sides of the north,
The unassailable heights which are His throne,
Where His people are sheltered, hidden away,
Dwells the full vibrant flower of righteousness, that He condones!
Oh! Glory! Translated! And clothed in light!
The Endless Mind swallows all vestige of time!
Strength here reserved for creativity and birth
On the Rock, of the High Place, His Secret Garden, I climb!
Meanwhile, on earth, fear and confusion abound,
The enemy cast down in in a rage,
opening eyes to a rekindled war,
The enemy's plans, solely by the blood of the Lamb,
are engaged!
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