Mission - IIII - I sat next to my Father's throne, Peering down to watch my own, Gathered in the upper room, Fearful, waiting for their doom. It did not anger me to see, They did not yet believe in me. But soon enough, on Pentecost, They'd find that nothing has been lost, But rather, hope has just begun. In fact, the victory is won. I stirred a wind, with rushing sound, Engulfed them in it all around. Our Spirit flew into the room, And lighted to dispel their gloom. At first they there terrified, Wanting very much to hide, When in the darkened place of gloom, Blazing flames lit up the room. Each eye beheld a Spirit flame, As into every heart He came. People heard the rushing sound, And came to see what might be found, Causing noises that astound, Reverberating all around. Then all was quiet, eerily so. Those who waited yearned to know, What on earth had happened here! They trembled on the verge of fear. They hailed from every distant land, Whose speech they could not understand. On the parapet a man came out, And spoke to them with a loud shout. They marveled when they heard him speak, In Hebrew, Latin, Farsi and Greek, At one time in every tongue. Within their hearts, the message rung. Roman, Persian, Greek and Jew, Three thousand men knew it was true. Then and there, our Kingdom grew, To thousands more from just a few. After a time I made a call, On the heart of one named Saul. I tested him, and after all, I chose him, changed his name to Paul. I sent him everywhere on earth, To tell about mankind's new birth, Into our holy family, Known to you as the Trinity, Father, Spirit, and finally Me. Though I was here from the beginning, I'm the first born and we are winning. For two thousand years and more, Satan's battered at our core, Not recognizing that the score, Will leave him nothing, nothing more, When all my saints come through the door, To live with me forevermore. So, when all is said and done, He'll have lost, we'll have won. There will be casualties, of course. Some will not withstand his force. When it's over they'll have remorse, For failing to come to the Source. My final act is yet to run. I will return, bright as the sun, And claim my own who will have won, For their belief in me, the One True Son. copyright ©2011 Wayne Hepburn - All Rights Reserved