Stray not from Thine own words
Dare not look right or left
No matter what the cost
Hold Steady to My crest.

Fear not thy coming doom
Revival soon will bloom
Yet when My Spirit comes
I’ll crush deceptive rungs.

Watch with lofty eyes
From towers set on high
Imprisoned some will be
For Truth will capture these.

Chains will hold ones heart
Deceived by human thoughts
Hold Steady child to Me
I will protect the sheep.

My wings will keep you safe
So do not choose to stray
My Word is but a net
Protecting truth that’s kept.

My blood and name is true!
I, yes, will rescue you
And if My plan is thrust
Hold Steady…you can trust.

October 14, 2016
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“Rung”
a piece of wood or metal that is placed between the legs of a chair for support

: one of the pieces of wood or metal that is used as a step on a ladder

: a position or level within a group, organization, etc., that is higher or lower than others
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“Lofty”
of imposing height.