Tock of the Clock (for Him), a poem

Revelations is eternal; the 

Spoken Word of

Jesus Christ is not absurd

I feel it near; His holy tears

What I wanted and sought after were 

Of sin; the beast’s way

He is known well, and He is true; 

He can cleanse your soul or

Take throw one to Hell.

Tock of the clock, a ticking in my

Brain, and harder than

Rock is His 

Hand.

Block the serpent’s tongue; 

Do not

Have fear; 

The bell has rung.

He wills away your pain and

Suffering like time throws man

To the

Wayside

I just want to be purified; I 

Do not want the serpent’s lie.

A cross to bare; His cross to shield.