Holy Wine
 

 
Lord, when I think of all you have done for me, I sit here in amazement that your love does shine.
If I live another day, another year, or years before you come let me live to share your wine.
I will speak of your fine wine until the end of times…
This unfermented wine I will share when I dine showing and reading the fine lines.
This wine where visions come alive, I see your face in the clouds wearing a crown of thorns with white bright angels cutting through the thick wire of sin preparing your way.
If only they could see there would be no delay, if all would repent of their sins.
You would save every man woman and child if only they would call out your name.
The world would be freed from all shame
Your red wine running to the four corners of the earth.
There will be those that say there is nothing in the wine, but when they see your coming in the quick ling of an eye they will all be changed.
While believers will stand steadfast in their beliefs there will be those that run in disbelief with no place to hide.

By Patricia Kriegel

© 2009 Patricia Kriegel (All rights reserved)

 

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