A Plea for Help
Like Solomon, I have walked the streets of life
I came back shivering in my boots due to the level of perversion on the streets
Those that wait upon the Lord shall renew strength or so they said but this generation of youths wait on something that isn't God
We shall wait on our strength and ability to make wealth they say
The God of this world has more than blinded their eyes, he had it for Dinner
Before them a flame burneth
After them is a desolate waste
The prophecy of a people to come
Well, before the youth of today is the pursuit of mammon and her siblings and after them is the destruction of the seed that was consecrated
I did search for a remnant
A people great and strong
I found them but the word of the King was not amidst them so there was no power
I wept sore
O, what is to become of my generation
The ark to be borne on shoulders now in a cart
Because the priests have left the duty that demands urgency to attend to their own
Defiled they are for they have intermeddled with the daughters of the land
The priestly garments that shone white now riddled with stains and torn
Look thou not upon us O God of our fathers
For we are a people who find pleasure in unrighteousness
Lest you destroy us in your anger
Because we are more knee deep into perversion than Sodom and Gomorrah
Selling us to the slavery of what we are to dominate is a mercy
Restore us, we have seenthe wickedness in our ways
Be gracious to us in your loving kindness
Take us as Hosea took his wife of whoredoms
Lest our children dwell in holes of foxes
The remnant great and strong look to you
Let the Urim and Thumim be found
The ark borne on consecration carried again
A change of heart beyond garments
An altar capable of drawing response so that you won't be found dead in our land and day
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