By Kenneth Martin

Written Monday At 3:57 P.M.

Now Saith The Lord. Stir Up Thy Pure Minds, Saith The Lord, Be Still and Run The Race With Patience.

Know Yee I Am Coming Soon, Saith The Lord, To Get My Own.

For My Own Know My Voice, Yea! For In Such An Hour You Think I Am Not Coming Will I Come Upon The Wicked. Surely My People Reach Out To Me, For Much Evil Is In The World, But I Tell Thee I Shall Remove The Evil, Quickly Ahead For I Shall Reign, But Not Over Evil.

Yea! Stand Yee Still and See The Salvation Of The Lord, For I Say The Mountains Shall Roll Back From Thee In The Days Upon Thee, Yea! For My Servant That Writes Has Started To Move. Hell Is Before Him and Heaven Is To Gain, Which Shall You Take Saith The Lord?