Sanctified - Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY
Heaven heard the cries of humanity and humanity heard the cries of Golgotha with the Blood of purchase.
Withdrawn in the temperature of life, the holy beings are searching for the pureness of repentance.
The cherub lifted our minds to the throne of forgiveness and our souls were purged with the renewing of our walk.
The light from heaven supped with our conditions and we journeyed with the sacrificial LAMB into faith.
The gates of heaven are glorified and the wings of angels are clapping in the majesty of their beauty.
Sanctified from the Blood that flows from immortality, the gift of life is manifested in the LAMBS book of life.
Hearing the seraphim's walk amongst the stars; holy, holy, holy saturates the throne of omnipotent.
Revelations of dreams are awakening in the dayspring of life and the children of GOD unite for prayer.
We are set apart with the blood of EMANUEL's vein; we have been sanctified for the Master's use.
Hearing the sound of the swift fire burning in heaven, the earth consoles the vessels of His hearts.
The treasure from Glory abides in earthen vessels of promises to be glorified in seasons of tribulations.
Inescapable reasons of nature has been fulfilled for their pleasure; united in heresy has captured their fate.
His Blood flows freely to reach the forbidden lies of unworthiness and lost chapters of hearts chained in love.
Holiness in life gains the final chapter of life when the trumpet sounds and the heir of salvation is caught up.
Breath of heaven has been polluted with the unrepentance mirrors of their hearts and they find gnashing of teeth.
Freely it was given and unresponsive was the call and darkness covered the commitment of yesterday.
Soldiers of battles ensued and the cost of life has been forsaken; looking for a building not made by hands.
Sanctified was the call, the flesh of desires answered and satan shackled the truth.
Written by Theodore Mosley
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