A Prophetic Poem
Inspirational Writing by Janet Mata
Photo by Janet Mata
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Wave upon wave
Generation upon generation
So shall it be
Upon Probation
You shall see with your eyes
In as much to your surprise
The tribulation you say
Upon you this day
See with your eyes
Hear in the Spirit
Come one come all
Happy will they be
Upon all flesh
Will be my Spirit
See See the glory of the Lord
In all disasters
the outcome in one accord
Sink Sink the enemies ship of vain
For vanity gets you nowhere
Effervescent on a train
Spotless Lamb is He
Who comes riding on the clouds
Glorious light of Jesus Christ
Totally free from the shroud
Simpleton, Lord of Ease
Vanity, all that fails
Serenity – Is it me?
Love never fails
Wisdom is her name
the one that will last
For she was in the beginning
In what you call your past
Freedom Reigns, Freedom Reigns
Glory to the Lamb
For he has been triumphant
Over all the Land
Fire in the Night
Inch by Inch
Sleeping Territory
Time to wake up
See my children
be swept away
so sad you say
They were never mine
not ever on the vine
only worldly woes
on all those who boast
Water supply halted
Ice cream houses melted
Seek me you shall find me
Your source for everything
Hear my voice
Children of Israel
I will fight for you
Peace
So it shall be
For all who seek me
Peace & Protection
From all destruction
Hail Hail – Glory to the King
Wail Wail – all has fallen
Babylon the great –
No longer called
Ships weep
How she will again never toil
Sacred stones, idols of worship
nothingness – laid waste
to their disgrace
She was our source –
Yes a queen under veil
her power taken away
never again a sale
I am the beginning
and the end
Glory to the Lord
He is higher than all
With him you will never fail
Glory Glory to the Lamb
All will be well in the Land
A Lamp unto your feet
and a Light unto your path
So shall my Word be
to all who will listen
Be ye doers of the Word
and not hearers only.
Behold I come quickly
with my sceptor for the sickly
Freedom reigns
Cocktail parties
No more and why
True freedom
comes from within
of those will never be sorry
Parties Parties
Drunkenness and the like
were never my perfect will
Like serpents on a hill
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