His Righteous Flask

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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

This poem is about: 
Our world

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