The Blood Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

THE BLOOD
On a night within the sounds of the stars, the heavens were praying for life to unfold.

Playing on the instruments of love, the angels beheld the crown of glory with singing.

The throne of love commanded the seas to embrace the mountains as they caressed nature.

Stars of hidden melodies received the plan of grace; the moon surrendered its place for viewing.

Opening the windows of tribulation, the heartbeat of man has captured the enmity of evil.

Persuaded to encompass durations of deceit, man becomes the anatomy of demons sacrifices.

The blood encrypts valleys of torment to induce hearts of warfare; iniquity planted the newness of life.

Creation swallowed the keys of lies from generation to generation and heights of dreams were forbidden

Wings of the wind cornered the eclipse of the abyss and transformed the rapture into wages of fires.

Facing the holocaust of life, the blood indicted the seasons of conformity with the salt of the earth.

The song of the earth is quenched with the savor of the night; the flesh of His truth is exposed for death.

Thorns for crowns became the ephod of His humiliation as the silence of the night endured him for love.

Pains of the lamb's wool gathered Him for His bed beyond the silhouette of His torture for eyes to behold.

Heavens glory transitioned the expansion of His time to be withheld from the CREATOR of the SON.

The SON esteemed himself not and rested on the infiltration of the one that rested at His table.

Canonized in the destiny of His mission, He spoke words of wisdom to the ears of His captors.

Satan conspired with the death of time to entrap the WORD of GOD; hell has been enlarged for him.

Death preceded Him and love moved swiftly to encase the blood that surrenders hearts to corrupt them.

Glory consented to our cries to escape the millstones of seduced pleasures of clouds betrothed for hell.

Imprisoned on the cross, the flesh of love learned obedience unto death to surpass death into eternity.

Calvary was the sacrifice of His deliverance and the hem of His garment arrested the demons of time.

Time became the offspring of His movement, as the blood created everlasting salvation as a choice.

Manifested on earth, the way the truth and the life became entwined with songs of holy hands.

The horizon of the morning lifted up His power and the sepulcher bowed to His exoneration.

The time He created stood still in a moment of time to reveal the unveiling of tombs of resurrections.

Prison doors of hearts travailed the obscurity of the mind to find the character of man beyond life.

Seasons of tormented sleep and a foot out of joint is rewarded with the LAMBS book of life.

The BLOOD created in heaven; the BLOOD on Calvary; the BLOOD resurrected; nothing but the BLOOD.


March 11,2015