I long for the honor of Elohim my creator,
I long to be saved from the devastator;
I long for the hope of now and later,
And Hope I can be good unto my neighbor.
Never again will this moment of choice,
Come and go to choose a raised voice;
I stand to testify as the World is poised,
On the brink of a calamity that destroys.
I pray for my sister I pray for myself,
That we can all share an abundance of wealth;
That we can all find the time to help,
And love our neighbor and ourselves.
Love the Creator above all else,
And with empathy wonder how it felt;
Can we all go back to the love of source,
And change our lives and love of course.
No one deserves an old rugged cross,
I look to the past and I see great loss;
Inspired was the sainthood that was tossed,
Into stormy seas and clouds of dusk.
I look to the prophets of times long ago,
Look to the embers that would brightly glow;
Look to remember the times that are past,
And in the present moment fulfill the task.
This is our time of choosing our Father,
As penitent children sons and daughters;
This is the prodigal children come home,
And honor to Elohim may He be known.
May the glory resolve and it be resolute,
May we all trumpet praise with wind to toot;
With strings to play like guitars or lutes,
Let us sing our songs and deepen root.
A loving anthem I sing to my Adonai,
A psalm of love that echoes into sky;
A word of praise and no word of a lie,
Hoping for grace to live on and not die.
Praying that all would be truly blessed,
And living in love that would vanquish death;
From the North to the South and the East to the West,
Let the love of our Maker beat in our chests.
Loving and caring in the time that is left,
May those who are weary find comfort and rest;
Let our love for each other be our test,
And our love for our Father be a holy quest.
This Is My Testament Joy and Sorrow statements. Please hope for tomorrow but don't be evoking the wrong ideas about the authorship or the author from now on and forevermore.