In the time of the calling,
Persons are awaken,
Inner minds are open,
Flooded with signs and visions,
Heaven gates are open,
Like the sanctuary,
Grace and mercies drop like rain,
Blessed men, blessed women,
Continue your work of glory,
men in white, women in white,
As white as snow,
Holy in heart almost they try,
Power they hold far in their hearts,
The seers
The dreamers
The soothsayers,
Power they hold, the might is like the robe,
Sudden it comes, sudden it goes,
Feeble they are, mild are they,
To those whom the call fall upon,
Comes with a great responsibility,
Under the sky they align,
As they pledge faithfulness.
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Saints and Angels
PoetryIt's just a short poem about spirituality in total sense, it's my first work so please check it out. It passes message spiritually and morally just in a play of words.
