A Slight Tipping Past Time
A slight tipping past time, my soul looked into the flowers, that blow in the winds of the future; a fragrance of love, behold's the quivering of time passing; the children in the heavens, holding warm clouds to serve the hungry who call on the Lord; spread the supper table now that all who are invited may dine on the, Love, and Delicious fruit that the Spirit of God will serve the generations setting at the Bridegrooms table; Sing now the Songs of the Holy One’s Victory; O Death where is your Sting; O Grave where is your Victory; His Voice shall shake, not only the earth, but also the heavens; He shall shout the Victory Song From His Throne where he sits.
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