Dread

It is a blessing to be a prophet
For revelations come every day
Revelations like this:

If you know what will happen
With any of your actions
Life certainly is led
In a very different way

To spare you from the pain
To be led a certain way
Soothing burning hearts
With kindness I will say

So I keep to myself
For all I see is death
Overwhelming sadness
For the lost I feel dread

Ascension

Lifted from the dust
To the highest of heights
Penultimate to Christ
Yet One and the same

Does nothing for you
For me to be this way
Except if I teach you
His glorious ways

But your hearts are hard
Mind filled with delusions
But next comes Fire
With an inextinguishable blaze

You will thirst and not be quenched
Insatiable desires churn
Your inner world inside out
Revealed to all in a glimmer of light

Be naked and unashamed
Before the Lord of Lords
By the truth set before you
That love is the key and the way

Hour

Apparently I do not matter
To the ones I love the most
Meaning only to love
With the gifts I was given

Denied true friendship
Because of well hidden lies
Tearing me apart
Limb from limb

My hour has already come and gone
Those I love missed it all
The glory of the Resurrection
Next comes Ascension

What will they say then?