Poetry from the Edge of Forever: Prophetic Powers and Diatribes of Doom:
Hello, gathering humanity, my distant family, hear my present homily. Poetry from the edge of forever, of prophetic powers and diatribes of doom! This is my current collection of poetry and bible commentary brought to you from the cripple bed of a chosen one of God! I believe my days are numbered as a man that isn't totally paralyzed. My back injury has a higher probability of totally paralyzing me than the risk of back surgery and I am afraid I need surgery. But I am also afraid that no matter what I do, I will become paralyzed from the neck down. I believe this because I had a very vivid and powerful dream where I became utterly powerless at the end. No worries, God will reveal to me the name of an angel and I will speak it and be raptured into the sky with my angel. I do not believe this was a vision of my death because I had a massive feeling of victory and glory and I don't know why I would feel that way if I died. But I know I fly away to a secret location after this away from this world. So, I make the most of however much time I have left and try to write as many poems as I can and get them published. Behold, poetry from the edge of forever! Read on for a more formal introduction and my poems that I think I love way more than so many people who are unequipped to understand them. "Praise YAH! Sing to YHWH a new song,
His praise in an assembly of saints.
Israel rejoices in his Maker,
Sons of Zion rejoice in their king.
They praise His Name in a dance,
Sing praise to Him with timbrel and harp.
For YHWH is pleased with His people,
He beautifies the humble with salvation.
Saints exult in glory,
They sing aloud on their beds.
The exaltation of God is in their throat,
And a two-edged sword in their hand.
To do vengeance among nations,
Punishments among the peoples.
To bind their kings with chains,
And their honored ones with chains of iron,
To do among them the judgment written,
It is an honor for all his saints. Praise YAH!"
Psalm 149
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His praise in an assembly of saints.
Israel rejoices in his Maker,
Sons of Zion rejoice in their king.
They praise His Name in a dance,
Sing praise to Him with timbrel and harp.
For YHWH is pleased with His people,
He beautifies the humble with salvation.
Saints exult in glory,
They sing aloud on their beds.
The exaltation of God is in their throat,
And a two-edged sword in their hand.
To do vengeance among nations,
Punishments among the peoples.
To bind their kings with chains,
And their honored ones with chains of iron,
To do among them the judgment written,
It is an honor for all his saints. Praise YAH!"
Psalm 149
Poetry from the Edge of Forever: Prophetic Powers and Diatribes of Doom:
Hello, gathering humanity, my distant family, hear my present homily. Poetry from the edge of forever, of prophetic powers and diatribes of doom! This is my current collection of poetry and bible commentary brought to you from the cripple bed of a chosen one of God! I believe my days are numbered as a man that isn't totally paralyzed. My back injury has a higher probability of totally paralyzing me than the risk of back surgery and I am afraid I need surgery. But I am also afraid that no matter what I do, I will become paralyzed from the neck down. I believe this because I had a very vivid and powerful dream where I became utterly powerless at the end. No worries, God will reveal to me the name of an angel and I will speak it and be raptured into the sky with my angel. I do not believe this was a vision of my death because I had a massive feeling of victory and glory and I don't know why I would feel that way if I died. But I know I fly away to a secret location after this away from this world. So, I make the most of however much time I have left and try to write as many poems as I can and get them published. Behold, poetry from the edge of forever! Read on for a more formal introduction and my poems that I think I love way more than so many people who are unequipped to understand them. "Praise YAH! Sing to YHWH a new song,
His praise in an assembly of saints.
Israel rejoices in his Maker,
Sons of Zion rejoice in their king.
They praise His Name in a dance,
Sing praise to Him with timbrel and harp.
For YHWH is pleased with His people,
He beautifies the humble with salvation.
Saints exult in glory,
They sing aloud on their beds.
The exaltation of God is in their throat,
And a two-edged sword in their hand.
To do vengeance among nations,
Punishments among the peoples.
To bind their kings with chains,
And their honored ones with chains of iron,
To do among them the judgment written,
It is an honor for all his saints. Praise YAH!"
Psalm 149
His praise in an assembly of saints.
Israel rejoices in his Maker,
Sons of Zion rejoice in their king.
They praise His Name in a dance,
Sing praise to Him with timbrel and harp.
For YHWH is pleased with His people,
He beautifies the humble with salvation.
Saints exult in glory,
They sing aloud on their beds.
The exaltation of God is in their throat,
And a two-edged sword in their hand.
To do vengeance among nations,
Punishments among the peoples.
To bind their kings with chains,
And their honored ones with chains of iron,
To do among them the judgment written,
It is an honor for all his saints. Praise YAH!"
Psalm 149
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| ISBN-13: | 9798317695071 |
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| Publisher: | Barnes & Noble Press |
| Publication date: | 06/06/2025 |
| Pages: | 96 |
| Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.25(d) |
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