Sustained Mummer’s Mum

I have heard a whisper.

Long,

Sustained,

Beginning like a murmur,

A Mummer’s mum, in dissolute tongues

Of Revival,

Of an Exhalation so pure it kindles the Flames.

Of familial bonds forged,

Of Unity beyond borders,

Of a People unborn yet living,

Of the Sealed rising,

Of the end that breathes dilution,

Of wasted lands littered with lives lost,

Of the Spoken Spirit Speaking through multitudinous lips,

Of the coming of the Risen King,

Of the Heavenly Jerusalem’s proximity,

Of the bonds of sin and death loosed at last,

I have heard of the One,

Who Was,

Who Is,

And Who is to Come.

Amen Lord Yeshua Come.