Foreknown, We Become
The Trumpets Bells
What no eye has seen,
And no ear has heard,
Upon You, within us, we lean —
The flesh falling, and ever calling, with weighted word.
As earthen waters shutter the deep,
Creating tsunami waves of flood,
Shocked, alarmed, like blaring sirens, awake from sleep,
Our hope — the ever-precious, living blood.
Designed by no hand of flesh,
Defined by the Father, a herald of what’s to come,
Trumpets toll the bells, sing with silence as we bless
The signs of the revealed Savior, the perfect Son.
Volcano’s fury in Russian Kamchatka —
Lava boiled, ruptured veins of the earth’s molten core,
Spilled like blood, layered as a Matryoshka,
Fury spent as weathered heights loudly roar.
The times long past have spoken,
Not of what is beheld, but proclaiming —
Singing songs of wonder, the sealed not broken,
Nor lost — nay, we are One with the One, ever sustaining.
I utter a mystery — give ear and record,
In the scrolls of the book, as foretold,
Lest we forget or turn aside with one accord,
We the seen and sealed must arise, give cries — bold.
With brow raised upward and heart aligned,
Keeping watch in season and out, in watches of multitudinous nights,
Prayerfully seeking the Lamb’s blood in letters signed —
Prepared before eons passed, to shine Light in darkest heights.
Cast not your judgment, for it draws near —
At the gates, with prophets prophesying,
Dreamers dreaming, clairvoyants and seers —
All beholding the unvarnished truth as revealing.
The birth pangs now loose round global systems,
Monitored, misused — by blinded eyes of science,
Having knowledge of truth, yet hiding in blistering false wisdom —
Such a time for such a people: we, the Lamb’s soldiers, rise in defiance.
We are One,
As we ever were,
As we shall be,
As foreknown — we become
📚 From the Author of The Echo in the Silence, and Eternity: The Ever Present Now
If you’ve ever ached for the voice of God in the quiet,
If you’ve questioned your identity, your suffering, your becoming —
These books were written for you.
Eiri Waters writes with the fire of the prophet and the tenderness of the torn. Her poetry doesn’t just speak — it testifies.
Each page is a sacred echo. A mirror. A map back to the One who foreknew you.
🕊️ Read the revelations. Remember who you are.
📖 Available now on Amazon — Free with Kindle Unlimited.