{"id":544,"date":"2010-02-08T02:17:47","date_gmt":"2010-02-08T09:17:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.masterofthehouse.org\/?p=115"},"modified":"2017-05-27T13:07:52","modified_gmt":"2017-05-27T19:07:52","slug":"the-garden-part-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/masterofthehouse.org\/the-garden\/the-garden-part-6\/","title":{"rendered":"The Garden – Part 6"},"content":{"rendered":"

26<\/a>\u00a0–\u00a027<\/a> –\u00a028<\/a> –\u00a029<\/a>\u00a0– 30<\/a><\/p>\n

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Twenty-seven<\/span><\/h5>\n

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\u201dAWAKEN, YE GARDENS!\u201d the trumpet had called,
\n \u201cTHE TIME OF THE KINGDOM IS HERE!
\n AWAKEN , YE GARDENS, YOUR SHEPHERD DOES CALL
\n TO GATHER YOUR GARDENS TO NEAR!\u201d<\/p>\n

I heard many singing \u2013 so joyous the sound! \u2013
\n and I found I was singing too.
\n We voiced in one language, our purpose the same
\n to praise the Plant Special we knew!<\/p>\n

And He was before us, His robe purest white,
\n as white as the hair of His head.
\n His body was fine bronze, His countenance, strong!
\n\u201cI WELCOME MY SHEEP FROM THE DEAD.
\n RECEIVE NOW YOUR BROTHERS WHOSE BODIES YET LIVED,
\n TRANSFORMED IN A TWINKLING OF EYE.
\n YOU ALL HAVE BEEN FAITHFUL, BELIEVING MY WORD.
\n THE WRATH OF GOD PASSES YOU BY.\u201d<\/p>\n

We thundered elation, our hope was fulfilled
\n by Him who is faithful and true.
\n We escaped the judgment now being poured out
\n on men who rejected His due.<\/p>\n

The thorns that remained behind screamed out their fear.
\n By leader of weeds they all swore
\n that they would oppose the great day of the Lamb.
\n \u2026 Our King sat His steed, dressed for war!
\n I never imagined \u2026 I could not conceive
\n the forces which heaven had sealed.
\n They rode out in trumpets, the banners held high,
\n our Lord with the Sword He would wield.<\/p>\n

The nations were raging, their armies amassed.
\n They knew no more they were deceived.
\n The sea of the mighty with weapons unsheathed,
\n all doomed!\u00a0 For His grace they had grieved.<\/p>\n

(I\u2019d seen many programs.\u00a0 I read many books
\n of ways in which the world could die:
\n calamitous turmoil as all that men knew
\n was wasted before their own eyes.
\n Yet, no man\u2019s description could even come close
\n as tally rose higher of dead
\n while in Armageddon confusion was path
\n for bathing the field crimson red.<\/em><\/p>\n

So foolish, the scoffers who would not believe!
\n We all were warned time and again
\n that mercy was leaving, with only the wrath
\n of God against weeds to remain!<\/em>)<\/p>\n

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Twenty-eight<\/span><\/h5>\n

Triumphant returned our Lord King and His host
\n with all that is His now subdued
\n to His name and glory, in which we would share
\n the thousand year reign to ensue.<\/p>\n

Our King called the elders to taking their thrones,
\n and we had our turns before them
\n to receive the crowns that our Love had secured
\n and rule over cities of men
\n for on the earth scrambled the ones who remained
\n with no means or method to live.
\n To rebuild and raise up a future of hope
\n was what only heaven could give.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s so good to see you!\u201d said elder as I
\n approached to receive from his hand,
\n \u201cOur Lord kept you well from the name and the sign
\n of enemy who roamed the land.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI rejoice His mercy to stand in this place
\n and wear the victorious wreath,
\n but I do not understand head and hand clear
\n of symbol that worshipped the beast.<\/p>\n

Please give me of wisdom.\u201d\u00a0 I asked him to show;
\n he smiled and proceeded to tell,
\n \u201cAll men speculated through His history
\n the mark that would sent them to hell.<\/p>\n

“The enemy could not create what\u2019s unique
\n so distorted copies would do.
\n As Son sent His Spirit to lead within men
\n their spirits, the devil did, too.
\n The Spirit of Father had led to His own.
\n The enemy\u2019s spirit did same.
\n To follow the leading of whom a man chose
\n determined his wearing which name.<\/p>\n

“The Father held promise of a future hope,
\n the enemy promised it fast,
\n and patience rewarded the faithful to Truth
\n who knew that the present would pass.
\n The first sin and evil was self above God:
\n that self knew more than the Divine.
\n To hold to world methods promoting that lie
\n meant receiving that wicked sign.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, go and rejoice for the Groom has prepared
\n your place at His table to eat.
\n Put on of your white robes as bride without spot,
\n and wipe foe from soles of your feet.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned and joined in on the chorus of praise,
\n and saw the best thing I could see:
\n My Lord, with a smile, and endearment eyes,
\n had His arms stretched forward to me!!!<\/p>\n

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Twenty-nine<\/span><\/h5>\n

Rebuilt, and peace ruled for the millennium.
\n We led men in songs of the Lord,
\n receiving His prosper for nations we tend
\n all sharing, with no need to hoard.<\/p>\n

The gardens of men begot gardens of men
\n while generations lived and passed,
\n but time has a way of removing an edge
\n where vigour would not be held fast.<\/p>\n

We led in the worship and treks to our Lord
\n yet zeal, son to son, set to wane.
\n What once was a truth was now called folklore
\n and men began seeking their gain.<\/p>\n

So they became ripe for the final revolt,
\n deceived by the enemy\u2019s ire
\n when freed from his prison to gather the world
\n for final judgment \u2026 and for fire.<\/p>\n

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Thirty<\/span><\/h5>\n

The books were all opened, the councils were sat,
\n and judgment was being proclaimed.
\n Those names that were found written in the Lamb\u2019s Book
\n were given His garments unstained.<\/p>\n

(So many were written!\u00a0 I\u2019d known a few!
\n Our paths had crossed in many weeds!<\/em>)
\n And here was the proof for the rejection of ways
\n who scoffed at the truth of the Seed:
\n cast out to the flames that would never be quenched!
\n To never again see His face!
\n I wept for their loss and I fainted to fall
\n when strong arms held me in embrace.<\/p>\n

I looked up to give thanks, then saw it was Him!
\n\u201cMY BROTHER, WHY IS IT YOU CRY?\u201d
\nI knew that He knew but I needed to say,
\n so I spoke while He dried my eyes,
\n \u201cMy Lord, I do worship our Father and You.
\n My garden could not stand of me.
\n But I grieve so many did not heed Your Light.
\n The world weeds would not let them see.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at me fondly \u2013 the warmth I embraced\u2019,
\n\u201cI LOVE YOU AS I LOVE THEM ALL,
\n AND I AND THE FATHER GRIEVE GARDENS WHICH LOST
\n BUT CERTAIN WERE THEY IN THEIR FALL.<\/p>\n

“THE TRUTH THEY WERE GIVEN.\u00a0 UNHEEDED IT WENT.
\n TO FATHER, I AM THE LONE DOOR.
\n HE GAVE THEM DECISION TO ENTER OR NOT,
\n AND NOT MEANT TO NOT, EVERMORE.<\/p>\n

“NOW GO IN, MY GARDEN, ETERNITY WAITS.
\n IMMORTAL AS ANGEL ARE YOU.
\n YOUR GARDEN PERFECTED IN BODY OF YOUTH.
\n NOT HUNGER, NOR AGE, WILL IT DO.\u201d<\/p>\n

I entered His Kingdom \u2013 His city of gold!
\n Perpetual Light shining Love! \u2013
\n with all other gardens of Special Plant\u2019s care
\n to shine Paradise from above!<\/p>\n

The End? \u2013 not yet<\/p>\n

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