The Perpetual Dropping

Discount Not, The Call Of Our Day

Don’t give it up, what’re the struggle
Don't give it in, to Satan’s clutch
Don’t let it go, loose not forever
To let go now, would loose so much 
Loosed are the many mansions waiting
Loosed are thy bottled tears distilled
Loosed are Thy years of testimony
Don’t give it up, hold tighter still

Don’t give him time, your doubts to waken
Don’t give it in, you’ll rue the day
Don’t get to know, his paths of darkness
To know them is to walk astray
Astray from He who never wavers
Astray from  those within the fold
Astray from Him, for all his jewels
Gold give him time, to grift your gold

Don’t give to self, the breaking hours
Don’t give it in, for moments sleep
Don’t set to go, before acquainting
To know his will, his help to seek
Seek the grace to forward journey 
Seek the wisdom to discern
Seek the knowledge, to distinguish 
The blessings in the lessons learned

Don’t Let It Go

Do we mourn for the deeds done in Zion?

Do we cry for iniquity there?

Do we stand with the marked on our foreheads?

Do we sigh for Her state of affairs?

Do we enter the Temple with weapons?

Do we fear what is there, unaware?

Do we hear when God says?, “Have no pity”

Do we value His mark that will spare?

 

Begin at the ancient of standing

Begin at the hole in the wall, 

It begins in the darkness of their chambers,

Begins with the images you saw.

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Do our idols fill walls of our temple?

Do our chambers of imagery call?

Do our backs turn away from his altar?

Do we remember to worship at all?

Do we not hear the sound of wings coming?

Do we not hear God’s voice when he speaks?

Do we not see white in linen approaching?

Do we not feel his hand ‘neath our wings?

 

Begin at the coals of the altar,

Begin cast a handful to air, 

Begin with God’s glory and His brightness

It begins with his glory, it is there.

 

Do we not see the whole now united?

Do we not see the body, hands, wings?

Do we not see the faces anointed?

This the creature, of all living things.

Do our idols fill walls of our temple?

Do our chambers of imagery call?

Do our backs turn away from his altar?

Do we remember to worship at all?

 

Ezekiel 8:8 (KJV) Then said he unto me, Son of man, dig now in the wall: and when I had digged in the wall, behold a door.

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