The Priceless Gift Of Prophecy! Poem by Denis Martindale

When God proclaims His prophecy,
The angels listen close,
Because He holds eternity
And all His friends He knows...
Thus prophets born within time's trail
Get gifts more blessed than gold,
When God proclaims, His truths can't fail,
Man's future's been foretold...

God sees the path each man would take,
The contents of each heart,
If gentle lamb or callous snake,
He sees us, every part...
Before we've done a single thing
Or thought a single thought,
God knows what every life will bring,
If we do what we ought...

No wonder, then, He chooses best,
Sees beauty yet unknown
And grants some favour to the blessed,
To these, and these alone...
Yet prophecy will guide the wise,
Transform the humble, too,
As if to open up their eyes,
To change their point of view...

Consider Christ, who prophesied,
All things must come to be,
Including Christ, once crucified,
Remember Calvary?
Though Jesus knew He'd live again,
Disciples disagreed,
The risen Lord they saw and then
Had proof all men should heed...

The Holy Spirit blessed them all
With power here on Earth,
Eleven men who heard God's call
And preached for all they're worth...
Since then, came prophecies galore,
New Israel but a dream,
But now it's here, time's short for sure,
With future years extreme...

How sad that sinners walk away
From each evangelist,
Yet God proclaims His Judgment Day,
His prophecies persist...
No guilty soul escapes that hour,
Excuses have we none,
The Blood of Christ has saving power,
That's why God sent His Son...

When Christ returns, this world to rule,
The skeptics must believe,
Accept it now, why play the fool?
Why wait till then and grieve?
Far better here and now to trust,
Than gamble with your soul,
When Jesus comes, we know He must
Make all things new and whole...