An angel flew over to me,
In his hand was a burning coal;
From an altar that I could see,
And that was placed into a bowl.
He touched the coal onto my lip,
Said my guilt was taken away;
As he burnt my tongue on its tip,
He told me I no longer stray.
He said my sin was forgiven,
Then I heard the voice of the Lord;
As He called down from in Heaven,
That we were now in one accord.
Then He asked me "Whom shall I send?"
"And who is then able to go?"
"Here I am Lord," I did intend,
"So please send me because I know."
God said unto me, "Go proclaim,"
"Go and tell all of the people;"
So I will go forth in His name,
Explaining to all of the Gospel.
"No matter how closely you hear,
No matter how closely you look;
Perception will never be clear,
No matter how much time it took."
They plug their ears and shut their eyes,
Never understand with their mind;
To words of wisdom of the wise,
While causing them to be blind.
For they may be able to see,
And also be able to hear;
But to be blind of any decree,
They do not cherish or hold dear.
Until the cities lie in ruin,
And nobody is left alive;
Whenever His will has chosen,
And no one able to survive.
Copyright © 2014 Richard Newton Sherrer
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