Spoken word by the spiritual poet

This thought was inspired by our ever changing world advancing in knowledge to a place where seemingly absolute biblical truth is no longer the truth.  The mores of man has wandered far from God and has pushed His Word to the margins of humanity and now that which has replaced God’s word lives and dwells among us.

“The Latter Days”

Alas, the latter days of prophecy has fully come for the womb of mother earth is no longer pregnant with posterity but has become barren by bane and burdened by Baal.  As in the days of Sodom and Gomorrah, sin abounds to the uttermost parts of the earth.  Her majestic waterways and confluence that flowed with cosmic cleansing now lays dormant and congeals from the covetous compulsive climate of sin.  Her everlasting trees that once canvassed the banks of her breasts, no longer gives shade from the blight of the noonday sun, no longer brings forth fruit in its season and their leaves no longer heal the nations, they wither for the rivers have died.  Woe unto the great nation for the balm in Gilead is gone.  Alas, now sated with sin as in the days of Judges, man pursue man and man-child, woman pursue woman and woman-child to gorge themselves in the insatiable indulgence of abomination.

The heart of mother earth mourns bitterly beneath sackcloth of sadness for gone are the days of yea and nay, gone are the days of wrong and right and gone are the days of one nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for all.  For the mores of man has become rottenness to the root, rife with wickedness, and he has raised himself to the high places of old and has covenant with Baal to worship him with cataclysmic acts of bestiality, whoring, adulterous and apostate acts.  With Baal’s rod, God’s name has been stricken from the lips of the nation, removed from the doorpost of her heart, effaced from her forehead and untied from her wrists.  Alas, the twelve stones of remembrance, once savored by rote have been rolled away into the eternal abyss of apostasy and the Way has become darkened, estranged and a forgotten folklore.  Woe unto those who declare God’s name or dare to pray in the assembly of the secular for they will become outcasts, exiles and an example of society’s satanically sadistic psyche.

With malevolent might, monuments and memories of an everlasting God are muscled from the courts of sanctuaries to the courts of justice, from the portals of communities to the portals of congress and from the pinnacle of pedestals to the penthouse of the president.  Yea, man strives to strike the name of God even from the haven of hymnals.  With his hunger and thirst for instant gratification, all that is good and perfect, all that is righteous and rewarding and all that is holy and hallowed have been debased and demonized beyond reproach.  For the wanton heart of man feverishly seeks and solicits the transient pleasures of this world.  Behold, the heart of man cannot be filled for everything is swallowed up in its darkness and above all, it is treacherously wicked, unbridled and unchaste.  Woe unto man for his heart has come to know darkness and it has led him into the assembly of the dead.

Behold, the eyes of the Lord are upon the whole earth and it is laden with tears for there is no one to stand in the gap in such a time as this.  The burden bearers who garrisoned the walls of the city, the centurions who clustered the bulwarks and the high priest who travailed in prayer for the nations sleep and slumber for their vigilant faith languish and have become look warm, lax and lethargic.  But the Lord God Almighty, moved by compassion and by His covenant, declares “I will call a remnant unto myself says the Lord of Host.  A remnant torn from the cloth of Calvary, a remnant chiseled from the Rock of Ages, a remnant forged from the faith of Abraham and a remnant ratified by my redeeming blood, armed with their lamps trimmed and burning advancing in my name says the Lord of Host.  Arise from your sleep and slumber!  Arise from the bowels of your burden!  Arise from the poverty of your past!  Arise from the foothold of your failure!  Arise from the ash heap of your apathy!  Arise from the hell of your hatred!  Arise from the valley of your vicissitude!  Arise from the cesspool of your sins!  Arise from the dungeon of your demons!  Arise!  Arise!  Arise, says the Lord of Host!  For this is the day of new beginning and this is the year of Jubilee, arise!”

So the LORD for His name sake drew unto Himself, a remnant, a peculiar people called by His name to become the salt of the earth until His second coming in the latter days.