The end of the age, the end of the era. A season closes, a door shuts. The time for all things, ticks away. Perceptions change, paradigms shift.
What was is not, what will be is. HIS peace our presents, some unopened. HIS peace our presence, more received. Timelessness takes over, plans unveiled.
A reflection of love is more divine light. Molecules remember, forgiveness forgets. A little boy’s cry, like the screech of an eagle. The warning sound pierces the earth’s surface.
A drought before us, as never before. HIS reign brings rain to protect HIS own. Faith established, nobility arising, joy unfolding. Colors melted into the single sound of HIS GLORY.
The unconditional love and abundant blessings of ELOHIM. The Government of YESHUA is reigning on earth again. The end of the age, the end of the era. The Closing Song Twenty-Eleven.