FORTRESS OF HIS STRENGTH Ricardo Antonio Garcia What sorrow there is in a man who cannot feel the whisper the echoes within the canyon of his flesh sacrosanct melodies spoken by the Lords mouth. I will cry for him though to him they are wasted tears for I am at the pedestal of God so far away from men who have condemned Him still slaughtering themselves in their emptiness as they march into the convex of Satan’s room. I will bleed for the Men of anx disposed of any offerings by such a just Lord fighting daily to be free of His Spiritual bond Glory God the almighty and supremeity of man. What sorrows are hidden in the eyes of mankind for the existence of their flock is to bury all that tinder in their hearts for a sunken glory. I will cry as the mercy of Gods Light heals the dead and echoes of tribulations and froth as the sea nests on the shores of their unwanted dreams to see the Creator asking for their hand. Alien to God and to the opening of their Soul they do not understand the beginning and end of God or the majesty of His solemn oath to us all for their empty prayers are a basket filled with notes and their offerings bring God no Glory. Sadness comes by the moonlight as I wake from the deep hours of the night, and think the World of tears is in my eyes feeling and sharing Gods tone before my waking. How Glorious to feel Him within Echoing and resounding the ambiance of His Truth against the wailing Sins of humanity the bursting of my heart is refrained by His breath. I love God far beyond the love of Man and in this commitment I stand by the Cross-eternally waiting for His sovereignty to cleanse me. Wait on no Man to bring you the Thunder for the rain of our Lord is abundant as it showers the unrighteous threads from our Soul. What sorrow there is in this World … God Bless the fortress of His strength …
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