~ I PRESERVE MY REMNANT ~

Throughout the throngs of history's making

I've preserved a remnant not forsaken.

Having forged the way through straight and narrow,

There remains today My quickened arrow.

Pressed through denominations and movements,

Like diamonds constrained among sediment,

My jewels of glory find their compressed way

Amidst growing darkness in the last days.

My clock keeps ticking with the sands of time

While My own separate as wholly Mine.

In the fear of their God they do tremble,

As others fall away and disassemble.

I allow stumbling blocks to bring a wedge

Trying the hearts of all those who have pledged.

Every person must decide at the line.

Demarcation is My way, to help redefine.

In these last days all mixture will divide,

As men set their minds and hearts to decide.

Strong meat is here, the menu for the day.

Hard to be chewed, there is no other way.

The holy and the righteous will stand apart.

While the unjust and the filthy will depart.

In the world and in the church all will see

Who belongs to Me with great clarity.

The ones who belong, lay low in My fear

Lest they too are deceived from what they hear.

Those who are sure will have willful mind-sets

Repeating and rewinding old cassettes.

Those who have learned not to trust themselves

Will find the book of Truth upon My shelf.

It reveals the hearts of those that are tender

Having born the fruit of decisions rendered.

They have learned from their mistakes how to win,

To lean upon Me and walk away from sin.

While others play with fire without feeling heat,

My own know the real, having faced defeat.

Strangers that are there will no longer be

At one with My own, building unity.

It is sad for all when the line is drawn

As My glory arises at this break of dawn.

Those who are in the middle of despair

As they mourn over those no longer there,

Must find My truth, resisting compromise,

Uniting their stand among those who are wise.

They shall shine like stars in the blackened sky.

As the darkness presses in on those who deny

The Truth of My Word and all that it contains

About My holy seed, the remnant that remains.

Behold great darkness shall cover the earth,

The people greatly squeezed amid its girth.

But those that know the glory of their Lord

Will have died to self and all that they hoard.

Know ye not the One Whose hand is Sovereign?

Turning the earth, stirring hearts, whisked to churn.

He's the final One Whom all men must face

To know glory or the shame of disgrace.

So humbly bow low before Your Maker.

Pray to discern and to know what is sure.

He will guide and preserve His precious seed,

As His glory arises through faith and deed.

They fear each step lest they fall away too,

Not hiding their light as the dawn breaks anew.

Putting deeds to their faith and walk each day,

As signs unto Him, pointing towards His way.

His remnant is alive overcoming history.

Preserving a holy remnant, is His mystery.

Soon to be revealed His fullness of redemption.

As His own make known their promise of adoption.

Isa 60:1-2 KJV

Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the LORD is risen upon thee. For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee.