Saints Of God Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Endeavoring to be in His presence we look to the hills from whence cometh our help.

He lifts up His people with His spirit and we praise the name that is above every name.

The GREAT I AM is living in the praises of His people that seek His glorious face.

The chariots of fire are searching for souls to encamp around for heaven's glory.

We fall to the earth at His presence to worship Him for His everlasting Sovereignty.

The GOD of our salvation hears the prayer wheel turning and He breaks our fetters.

Devine guidance has our footsteps working on the building not made with hands.

Bold in the faith of love we move mountains of despair that cannot stand before the throne of grace.

Chained and bound for loving we encounter the failure of love that desires to sift us.

Mortal ways of corruptible flesh conceived in sin has become immortal for His incorruptible prepared place.

The Holy Ghost is our Strong Tower when floods of unpurified winds of destructions invade our minds.

Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of the Saints of GOD.

Written by Theodore Mosley

November 9,2018