muted by prophetic sense, as the burning cities slept.

Smoke and ash began to fill the once translucent sky,

As dwellers of the cities now in ruins, quickly began to die.

Lightening flashed rapidly in a set of double sevens,

With a fiery brilliance, that emanated from the heavens,

hence calling forth those who slept,

in silent rapture of countless ages.

Warnings were cast throughout the land,

that the days of sorrows were at hand.

Great leaders of this world… both big and small

Fell to their knees and began to tremble and weep

As once, empty churches were filled one hundred fold deep.

Chaos and ruin, reigned the day,

as the lost and confused learned how to pray.

Seeking deliverance from within the word,

They shouted in unison… yet too late to be heard.

For great armies from all over the world,

have set their eyes on Jerusalem’s gate.

And upon the hill of seven cedars,

The angels continue to weep.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004