by The Real American

Created on: April 11, 2011

Here I reside,
In the nation of Tyre.
My government playing, “The Harlot,”
And her churches [now] on fire.
Each and every day,
Her ailments only grow stronger.
Her sins are piled up even higher,
And the list of Her judgments grows longer.

Turn back…
Turn back…
Her tenants scream mightily!
With their voices going unheard,
Their prayers grow daily and vitally.

And yet, they do not Know,
Perceive, nor Understand…
It’s already too late,
For this long ago prophesied land.

The Axe has been lain,
At the base of its tree.
It was placed there by Yahweh,
And intended for thee.
Thou shalt cut away its branches,
And separate them from its trunk.
The sap within its roots,
Have made all of us quite drunk.

Many of the prophets,
wrote of her day…
And each of them offered up,
A great deal to say.
Although some may confuse her,
With “Babylon The Great,”
The Nation of Tyre
Is her: “False Prophet” of late....

While those within Babylon grow increasingly fearful for Tyre…
For the storms which are now brewing…
And her looming baptism by fire,
They [themselves] are in the eye of the storm!
The winds, which are now tearing
At the edges of her camp,
Will eventually turn inward
And extinguish her own lamp.

O Haughty Babylon,
Do you not know,
That Yahweh has never forgotten
Who scripts the real show?
And if your own servant receives such an end,
What shall yours be,
Since your rulers won’t bend?
Can you not see,
What will soon come your own way?
The Destruction…
The Misery…
And The Debts you shall pay?

Yahweh sits in Judgment,
over the nations,
Inspecting our hearts
And sifting our stations.
Repent…
Repent…
Therefore, Repent!
For a present shall be brought to The Mighty One.
And a gift from the nation of Tyre.
Israel has been - long - living among them,
And it comes forth in her baptism by fire….

“Surely the coastlands shall wait for Me;
And the ships of Tarshish will come first.”
They’ve broken free from their bondage to Babylon.
In Tyre, they’ve weathered its worst!
And yet,
“Who are these who fly like a cloud,
And like doves returning to their roosts?”
They are those who’ve come out of Babylon,
To tabernacle with Yahshua in booths.

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