How precise is the word of the Lord
His description perfect
The prophesy sure
A blatant Deception
The prophesy stalled
The whole land
Full of briers and thorns
Dig with the maddock
Dwell on the hill
Where butter and honey
Shall be your fill.
One tenth are like the teal tree
From their seeds
The sprouts will see
When His glory
Fills the earth
When righteous judgement
Give new birth
No more death
Enjoy the wineing
Yes my friends
He isn't lying.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 17th, 2024 09:36
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Comments4
Good write 2.
Thank who?
Am I 'Me, myself, or I' today? Thank one or all three of us! lol.
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Excellent. Truth.
Some see briars and thorns other see butter and honey it depends on who you are and how you see it. Good write Valianstar
Awesome penning!
Very evocative and
thought provoking. 🤔
Great rhyme, flow
and blend, much enjoyed. 👍
Best regards. ✌️. Thad
Cheers
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