To all Pilgrims of Our Lord
To the Pilgrims who walk upon earth
mere strangers here, treated as alien
or madmen.
To the Pilgrims who are persecuted
To the Pilgrims who live in greatest danger.
To the Pilgrims whose hearts are broken.
To the pilgrims who are quickened by
The Holy Spirit to say
'Lord if its Thy Will make me clean today'.
To the Pilgrims who pray assured
'Take my sins & let Thy Light from Heaven
shine through my heart for His names sake,
For He, Himself is Pure'.
To the Pilgrims of sorrow, weariness & pain
God feels ALL, He knows ALL,
As valleys of tears in paradise overflow
the old has gone, come, now, be restored.
For He, Himself is pure.
To the Pilgrims, hold Christ's Doctrine close,
Cleave to His Holy Word as a lamp for thy soul,
a mighty abode of treasures
that can be neither purchased, bartered or sold.
For He, Himself is pure.
The length of the journey is shorter now
arise, the bridegroom awaits.
The Pilgrims have oil that forever flows.
The empty vessels? Yes Yes,
the walking dead have slept away their fate.
The Wrath of Judgement,
see the innocent ascend, set apart,
raised high in Gods Victory
never to see corruption,
never to feel pain.
neither to stand amongst
the dead, the dead,
the dead will all arise, arise, arise again.
Our Lord hastens His Coming
furnished in All Majesty & Glory,
Look, evil trembles in shock,
falling to their knees,
a pagan world that mocked.
Myriads of Angels rise to wash away,
filth and corruption to purify Gods Day
Hail, The Light shines bright, encore
He is Coming, forever His love endures
For He, Himself is pure.
By sanction of a flaming sword,
Behold His Promise is His Word
Be awakened by The Grace of Our Lord
For He Himself is pure.
To all Gods Pilgrims keep the faith ...Amen