Flag of My Heart Some men march to the drum and fife, Other men to the stroke of a robbers knife. Wherever preterist or futurist error may lead, It doesnt bother me in the least. The flag of my heart is posted tall, To the historicist mast, firm and true. From Nebuchadnezzars glorious dream, That statue of golden gleam. From gold, silver, bronze and iron. Right down to the feet of clay, It exists in my heart and mind today. Flag of My Heart, My Holy Spirit Lightening Rod. I know in whom and what I believe. 457 to 1844, Like a glorious feast of the mind, All pointing to the coming King! I once considered relenting, Just to get along. Looking back it was a temporary lapse. My mind is fixed to the historicist mast. The coming King, glorious is he, Not by rapture, Will he, appear, In the clouds of heaven, To me. No matter what anyone tries to say or hint, To convince me otherwise. I will not relent when pondering that glorious statue. If I have to forsake everything, including my life. I will hold to that sacred truth. That chimes like a lighthouse bell, I will hold on, To the Flag of My Heart! Trevlyn McCallum Sarah Kathryn King Megan Schick Lloyd Grolimund
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 13:43:58 +0000
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