The lost have been found,
The old become new,
There is so great a joy,
In so very few.
The crowds have all come
In everyone's mind,
All of them fear
What others may find.
While ignorance reigns
In the darkest of darks,
People see truths
On the walls of their hearts.
The walls will come down
And people will die,
This vision I see,
With my mind's eye.
The children are running
And fleeing with glee,
Oblivious to what
All adults see.
With terror in their hearts,
And fear in their minds,
They will turn on their heels,
And search for the kind.
They know they will come,
And they know they won't fear,
They will come with great power,
The power of Seer.
-HTC
I wrote this poem in the middle of a time when I saw a ministry that was dying. In a flash of insight I saw some of the things that was wrong and wrote this poem. I like to go back and read it every so often and try to read the meanings of the unspoken words.