Adonai Is Master

Face the fanfare, don’t just stand there,
The horns are calling, and the trumpets they blare;
The audacity that they dare, is to recklessly not care, about the dying world, and the wheat and the tares;
To stop and to share, in empathic knowing, and not be unfair, about where we are going.
For we go on a journey, to a sanctified spot, a place we can call, what we’ve always sought;
When we get home, may none be alone, and none need judge, or throw the stone; As a act of malice, being callas, but instead be loving, and sip from the chalice.
The bread at the table, is for those who are grateful, for Yeshua’s bounty, and His mother who was able;
To instil a holiness, on a young Jewish Christ, who would bless us all, for choosing His life.
To be His disciple, is to endure the strife, to walk in peacefulness, and see with sight;
To read and write, in the story of love, and brightly glow in the anointing, and glory above.