The Watchtower

27th March 2018

Multitudes upon multitudes,
Clap their hands and dance and sing
Entertainment is the name of the game,
A deceptive spirit has been sent,
Among the congregation.
If you have seen it,
Clasp your hand over your mouth,
And do not follow.

Multitudes upon multitudes,
Their ears are tickled,
Their hearts deceived.
Whitewash the sin and call it something else,
Cover it with platitudes,
And tell them they are blessed.

“Shepherds of my people, my children, repent.”
For the Lord sees your hearts,
Hungry for gain.
“Build the church,” you say.
Yet count the congregation and your tithes,
Erecting whitewashed buildings,
With no light there.

You have lost your first love,
And pride has crept in.
You say in your heart,
“Look and see at all that I have done,
I am blessed.”

But you do not know,
Your steps are ordered &
demons lead my children astray.
Call them to repent,
And do not whitewash the sin.

Know this,
On the day of judgement,
You too will be judged,
As shepherds of the flock,
Accountable for each child lost.

 

From the Watchtower

25th January 2018

The word has come,
“Come, come out of her my children,”
The great prostitute of the earth is to be judged,
Clothed in scarlet she has deceived,
And lead astray the many.
She has called from the great city,
“Come in here and I will have you worship me,”
Queen of heaven she calls herself.

The nations have fallen under her spell,
She is drunk with power and the blood of the saints,
She has set her heart to destroy the saints,
Those who follow and worship the Lord God Almighty.

Her deeds are wickedness and sin,
She is dressed in scarlet and has raised herself up,
The blood of the saints, millions upon millions,
Will be avenged,
The great city on a hill will be destroyed,
In an instant.

The earth will shake,
And the nations will look in horror,
But to those who are children of the Living God,
To those who worship Him and wait at His door,
Do not be afraid,
For the beginning of these things are but birth pangs.

Those who have gone before,
Destroyed by the great prostitute who calls herself holy,
They are under the throne of God,
Calling to Him, daily,
“When Lord will you avenge?”

She thinks she rides the heavens,
and rules over the nations,
And there is none to come against her.
But our God, The Lord God Almighty,
Will come and trample her in His winepress,
And she will be no more.

Praise and glory be to the Lord God Almighty,
Creator of the heavens and the earth,
the Alpha and Omega,
The Beginning and the End,
Forever and ever.