Preaching the Revelation

She wasn’t reading the words on the page
not to herself at least, she was preaching from the Book
she was in the spirit, rising up to the top,
preaching to the mountaintops,
Proclaiming, with passion, with energy
with excitement, the words of the Revelation
the coming of the end times, let them come,
Let us be ready for that moment,
Let the rider come, let him find us all,
awake, with arms and hearts wide open
Eager for the call, for the invitation to the banquet;
for the coming of the rider, his fiery eyes, his horse,
his robe, dipped in blood, his sword at the ready
to bring low the mighty, to balance the scales,
to battle the armies that will rise to fight
vanquish them all, as is written
before the final story, the ending of the age
Raising her voice, with the reading of the words
the knowing of the victory, the faith in the good news
the revelation of our saving,
and welcome by the bridegroom
all clothed in fine linen, bright and pure

November 11, 2006 19:15
Revelations 19:6-16


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