His Righteous Flask

My name was Lost Present, who Crawled Death Sentenced,

Blinded by the Imposter Who Bound Me in Dark of Past,

Till His Crimson Tide Re-Named Me Future, with Spoiled

Years Abolished by Red Sips of His Righteous Flask!

Bread Broken Three Pieces, His Words Kissed My Lips,

My Soul Grafted with Each Sweet Crumb I Digested.

Now When Weak, if I Fall, His Love Cushions My Knees,

Till I Can Stand Straight by His Strength Manifested!

 

By Johnny Praize Hernandez (Holy Spirit inspired) Copyright 2015