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