I walked through that doorThrough the Majestic Gate holding His hand
The Shepherd’s hand of trust
Hand of confident peace
Loving hand of my Lord.
The unknown lies before me
Each detail of each step
Yet, no mystery hovers near;
Scortched landscape of the world
Its spiritually barren desert landscape
Once noble cities and prosperous towns in human ruin,
Once soaring as the greatest eagle
Greatness of wealth and power,
Proud and arrogant nation ruined and left naked
Defenseless from every scavenger and predator
Every wild animal of the earth,
Eaten from within by parasites of men
Self-consuming, lustful mobs
Who feed on the corpse of what could have been;
Lying politicians scheme for more
Corporate beasts feed only themselves,
The shadows darkened more by false shepherds
Religious deceivers, worst of mankind
Who use holy names and holy words
To curse themselves and those who listen.
Holy Spirit door of Truth stands always near
Open and meant for all, found by only a few;
Messiah Yeshua’s arms of love
Soon to withdraw
Door soon to close in the face of men and women
Stubborn rebels, rotten as their nation “Mystery Babylon”,
To the very core of their being
And eternal existence.
Peace, Gary Bertnick