The Cold Soul

Blessed is the Name of the Lord

Is there any other like Him?

He knows the end from the beginning

That is omniscience

Readeth not thou the signs of the times, o man?

And those of old? How He parted the Sea to save?

They of that stubborn Pharoah assayed to cross it

That was their dead end, literary!

Hear the words of this prophecy!

The vengeance of the Lord is not quenched as yet

Words of His mouth will never go back to Him void

Of a truth, they must come to pass

This is faithfulness in the fullest

Prophecy upon prophecy He has fulfilled

And He won't relent

Keep those things that you have heard

Those that He spoke of old

Things concerning the blood

Which was shed on Calvary

Are you going to be a Pharaoh, stubborn, defiant?

Written it is, that such must perish eternally

Therein is damnation, gnashing of teeth

For they that believe not in Him

The time is at hand!

Time shall pass, and so shall trends and fashion,

Is gaining the world better than losing your soul?

At what point shall you repent?

Hand over your life to Him and you shall be saved

(Every first word of each subsequent line in the poem when arranged in order produces the following verse:

Revelation 1:3 (KJV): Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand.)