A strap around the universe, neither Orion nor Van Pelt, although a parade of asteroids is better known as belt. The moon a profile physic a cheek of great pock marks, with bullet wounds and Salton Dunes, collision absent sparks. Magnetic saturation, electro, gamma and all the rest, sans some spiritual armor we’ll not withstand the test. Tighten up persona from Biscayne or North Pomona the heat is turning up viscerally here in Western Arizona. Off the cuff or quite discerning the tongue it waggles on, for the Glory each is yearning sun to sun or dusk to dawn. For time is now upon us but soon will matter naught as eternity approaches that his redemption bought.

What now do you remember or what can you not forget the flowers or the smiles that have not been tested yet? A judgment is upon us though some will soon escape for the holy transportation is approaching round the cape. Not the ministries of mammon the lust of amon rah the razor on the pendulum as it sweeps from helm to yah. Travel there by carriage or some would call it chariot swinging low that we might board her heavenly horsepower to carry it. No snatched like little packages and whisked right to his Holy Side, to feast in fascination and then to become His Bride. What is left we won’t remember for they have made a lasting choice given freely and or taken spoken clearly to each voice. Off to be with Jesus we will venture as the voice it sounds so loud, to be given glorified bodies and return upon a cloud.

Creation has been counting day to day and week to week each leaf and seed unfolding as if the universe could speak. It cries for the God of Order to set this all in proper light to shine with us forever and do away with night. Why do men alone choose not to answer when they alone are free to make the choice of wisdom and choose life eternally? Stubborn sons and then their daughters given to remorse never knowing the joyous power found in changing course. Clean sweep all into the victory and damage in the past We finally found it peaceful free from sin and death at last. The champions and the judges give their lives and power up just to see his smile and drink the water from His Cup. If you cannot see the reason, the answer or the rhyme, I better lift you up right now because you’re almost out of time.

In Jesus’ Holy and Righteous Name.