Whispers As the wind whispers…it is time Light stands tall against the shade before Him Love upholds the strength of His armor Bright is the voice of His being and countenance On a hill overlooking a pasture those He sent before Him, overwhelmed had withered like straw in ancient forgotten barns Where the wind whispers…He’s coming The coveting cloud basks in its glory as his purple robe’s golden hem sings like the light, to darken the truth with its music Raining down wealth to bind them in duty Tares in the wheat laugh in confusion While love sinks into the cesspool long forsaken As the wind whispers…He’s coming The cattle stare at the bare ground and moan As their keepers with their sores cower in the shade of the cloud and heat’s devouring thrust The whippoorwill steals from the sparrow’s nest and oceans cheat with the river’s bride While earth takes a deep breath and spews hope upside down As the wind whispers…He’s coming As the torn veil clings to its rotting rod the false prophet comes pulling the shade Though his lightning fertilizes his lie with death And two in the square in beggar’s garments prophesy of His righteous anger (by their plagues that reach the stars) judging that lie As the wind whispers…He’s coming Light stands tall against the shade before Him Love upholds the strength of His armor Bright is the voice of His being and countenance On a hill overlooking a pasture multitudes before Him will be raised in white robes of righteousness to do battle… As the wind whispers, He’s coming |