I.

Come, let me take you to a man, who is a living well. This desert promised oasis, but settles your curiosity with mist of illusion’s.

II.

This desert promised a refuge from the heat waves, but has buried the best among us in a never satisfying bubble, full of human tales

III.

O’ the same fantasies that stirred the hearts of thy fathers, endangering their lives in their pilgrims, has come in different shades of color, coded in deception

IV.

Come, let me take you to a cascading fountain, where you can drink to your satisfaction in the morning; hiding your soul, away from the heatwaves, in its beautiful enclaves.

V.

The sun shall not smite your forehead with puzzles of uncertainties, neither shall thy bed be covered with darkness roar

VI.

The Ancient Monarch is appealing through HIs functionaries, to awakened you from your slumber. Don’t reject my tears, because my eyes sees what your head do not question, and I cry for your soul to find rest in His rest

VII.

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!

SEASON OF BECOMING | Your God Reigns | March, 2022