ShadowsCool
04-19-2012, 07:22 PM
Misty Graves I already submitted so I submit another.
But You, Bethlehem Ephrathah
"But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,
though you are small among the clans of Judah,
out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel,
whose origins are from of old, from ancient times."
But the eyes of man laid closed to the prophet
As regarding the One who was to be born divine.
Thus it was and is,
The hardened heart of man
Who preach another gospel,
But don't understand
The gospel of the Lord.
As so as the howling of the winds
Call forth the voices of the wilderness,
A fine mist sits on them that are asleep.
And the message they bring, bring not good news.
For they have gained the world
Though lost their soul.
And the wind howls as to weep
What is to come to them of deaf ear.
And the prophet thus said:
"Them that sleep became the likeness of dust
While a certain darkness came over,
And their souls gathered to meet their Lord
For a rendering of judgment".
"And those in the Lord that slept, became the likeness of a flower
Waiting for a burst of light;
Became alive with a glorious light never before seen.
Their souls gathered up to meet the Lord
And their place on the heavenly throne
As promised".
And the prophet slept with a certain torment
Of all those he's ever known.
Grieving for those who lived in disbelief,
Yet joyful for those awoken to the Lord.
And he awoke in the early morning of Thursday
And spoke a prayer directed at the clouds,
With a powerful lifting of his hands
He shouted, "And let God's will be done!"
And fell to his knees overcome.
And the prophecy fell on a Friday
With a great opening of a gate,
And the Lord coming in glowing garments
Saying, "Let them hear that can hear,
And let those believe, believe!"
And on a Saturday the prophet was grieved again
With an image of hell, and all the lost souls
Pounding to be let out;
But they had been judged and it fell on deaf ear.
Then on the Sunday, the gloriest day,
The prophet became relieved,
As he looked out upon the graves
And saw such joy in all the faces,
Those rendered to go to heaven.
And so the holy mountain stood still,
As did the sun and moon,
And all on earth, as it became silent.
And the prophet observed
As his prayer became answered,
Saying, "praise to the Lord
I lift up my hand and heart to thee".
"And so that the fulfillment of the gospels be,
He will come out of the clouds with great majesty".
But You, Bethlehem Ephrathah
"But you, Bethlehem Ephrathah,
though you are small among the clans of Judah,
out of you will come for me one who will be ruler over Israel,
whose origins are from of old, from ancient times."
But the eyes of man laid closed to the prophet
As regarding the One who was to be born divine.
Thus it was and is,
The hardened heart of man
Who preach another gospel,
But don't understand
The gospel of the Lord.
As so as the howling of the winds
Call forth the voices of the wilderness,
A fine mist sits on them that are asleep.
And the message they bring, bring not good news.
For they have gained the world
Though lost their soul.
And the wind howls as to weep
What is to come to them of deaf ear.
And the prophet thus said:
"Them that sleep became the likeness of dust
While a certain darkness came over,
And their souls gathered to meet their Lord
For a rendering of judgment".
"And those in the Lord that slept, became the likeness of a flower
Waiting for a burst of light;
Became alive with a glorious light never before seen.
Their souls gathered up to meet the Lord
And their place on the heavenly throne
As promised".
And the prophet slept with a certain torment
Of all those he's ever known.
Grieving for those who lived in disbelief,
Yet joyful for those awoken to the Lord.
And he awoke in the early morning of Thursday
And spoke a prayer directed at the clouds,
With a powerful lifting of his hands
He shouted, "And let God's will be done!"
And fell to his knees overcome.
And the prophecy fell on a Friday
With a great opening of a gate,
And the Lord coming in glowing garments
Saying, "Let them hear that can hear,
And let those believe, believe!"
And on a Saturday the prophet was grieved again
With an image of hell, and all the lost souls
Pounding to be let out;
But they had been judged and it fell on deaf ear.
Then on the Sunday, the gloriest day,
The prophet became relieved,
As he looked out upon the graves
And saw such joy in all the faces,
Those rendered to go to heaven.
And so the holy mountain stood still,
As did the sun and moon,
And all on earth, as it became silent.
And the prophet observed
As his prayer became answered,
Saying, "praise to the Lord
I lift up my hand and heart to thee".
"And so that the fulfillment of the gospels be,
He will come out of the clouds with great majesty".