Prophecy In Action Poem by Terrance Tracy

Listening to the evening news the pendants boast their reviews with expertise they apply their trade making their remarks on life's parade.

Scoffing at the written word their vibrato must be heard to plant one's immortal soul melt with worldly fear tis their duty to ignore the predestined mold.

Do they not know have they not heard that they are nothing but pawns of surrender to the predestined events that are foretold as prophecy being fulfilled written centuries ago.

They spend the facts left and right bandied in a journalistic package their educated knowledge is foolishment to the ancient of days for he has already sent forth the results that they choose to ignore an outcome that is already written concerning the world at war.

Who are you they inquire where is your credentials I am challenged at every turn my only reply is that I have seen a vision of a man bloodied and hung in an unrecognized form that once was a man that journalist now proclaim is a figment of one's foolish imagination.

Let them have their way for they know not what they write, for all I hear is a poetic lament:

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, but you were not willing! See! Your house is left to you desolate; and assuredly, I say to you, you shall not see me until the time comes when you say, Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.

Pray for peace in Zion see his outstretch arms for he has paid your ransom in full redemption for both the Jew and the grafted in Gentile to be called into a royal priesthood to serve him as we should if we merely could believe in him that became the redeemer for our sins.

Terrance Tracy