The Sealed Ones: A Psalm of the Bride
Heavens Kingdom Come
Weighted words.
Absence.
Revealed within power’s prolific profundity.
Pregnant Stillness.
Bloated, buried,
The dormant dead arise with an army’s hallowed cries.
Strapped,
Side thigh,
Bound in breast, Spirits Sword sanctified.
Breasted believers,
Adorned in sackcloth’s humbled hide,
Shields of faith, brandished, banishing enemies’ pride.
From Truth,
Lest words try to deny,
The sealed walk amongst the dead, alive.
From form before thought.
In plain sight we abide.
The sleeping soldiers of Christ’s bride arise to deny.
The flesh sovereignty
The wisdom of the wise
With eyes unbelieving, open, and vision wide.
We, unified,
Decry,
The world shorn of grace and in opposition we defy!
Heaven walks amongst us,
When prayers lifted in faith and humility combine,
We are one, and to us life everlasting is ascribed.
Eiri Waters. All rights reserved.
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