A death is coming to the hidden place

Where sin has found a home

Where in the rule are principalities

Cloaked with bewitching moans.

 

Where rebellion of the heart of Christ

Is rooted now as a “craft”

Likened to the abomination

Where witches raise their staffs.

 

Jezebel has found her place

Behind the scenes she’s moved

Pulling strings of hidden sin

Where pride has been mis-used.

 

Christ He sees we cannot see

Discernment is undone

So He is turning tables now

The death it has begun.

 

For life to come there must be death

The old must pass indeed

And anything that bears His name

Will die as the wheat seed.

 

Structures, houses, idolatry

Churches that worship men

A tidal wave is on the horizon

To come uncover sin.

 

His heart will soon be sure found out

Many will weep in grief

For they will see they undermined

The very Mercy Seat.

 

Shame will fall to many hearts

But repentance will bring His weight

And soon the true body of Christ

Will rise with fire from Heaven’s gates.

 

June 16, 2019