The Multitude Of Breadcrumbs
The end is not, by and by..
Take heed to your temple, lest you forget and you die.
Many shall say, I am come in Your name..
But their garment of worship, transcends pride in their game.
Go ye not, in the company of men..
For the recordings of purpose, might escape
as you bend.
Beware of the wolves, who devour with glee..
And put on your armour, and rise up and flee.
The sheep in the meadow, will be led to the forth..
For the Shepherd will draw them, before they are caught.
Slack not your riding, while it is day..
And put on some sackcloth, and weep as you pray.
A snare.. A snare.. is seeking your soul..
Prepare for the battle, without silver or gold.
Your enemy is raging, so hasten your heart..
For only the Saviour, could compass your chart.
Let your prevailing, be down on your knees..
For the fight to the finish, must buzz like the bees.
In the multitude of breadcrumbs, be bold to declare..
The blessings of the Lord, is for those of good cheer.
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