Poetry by Sean Morris (Elder)
"Sighing for Virtue and Glory"
“According as His divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of Him that hath called us to glory and virtue” (2 Peter 1:3)
The Covenant in desolation the earth is in spiritual devastation.
False prophets are intoxicated by the promises of God while a godly man can scarcely be found.
The multitudes are in fetters, in false confidences they are bound,
And they are emboldened to un-repentance by indoctrinations unsound.
Oh that one man would remember God and in faith look around,
By a truth laden heard may the breach be found.
It is the Last Days and God has hidden His old ways,
Yet men do stand in the gap and for the Covenant the Spirit prays,
To finish the chapter of time by resurrecting Josiah’s days.
Surely Revival God would send if faith did impart a river parting wind.
Elisha bids his master bye with a hopeful loud uplifted cry.
Eyes raised up, he looks up high, watching chariots of fire making Elijah fly.
Scene is over Elisha’s heart in unrest, his prayer was answered a double portion is blessed.
Elisha surpasses Elijah’s spiritual crest, he lays hold on Elijah’s mantel and approaches the test.
His mind memorable of Elijah’s God, Elisha’s memory is with preparation shod.
Elisha’s hand does grip the mantle tight while the river approaches and is nigh in sight.
Mantel going forth no doubt of any sort, the call to God is lifted up as the prophets first and continual resort.
Where is the LORD God of Elijah was Elisha’s cry,
And echoing in my heart is a perpetual like sigh.
As the moving life and rushing river in my veins
My eyes ever behold the Bride of Christ in her stains,
That throughout all the personal suffering I undergo now, and in every change, my eyes widen in a stedfast looking for the subsequent revelatory glory to brighten the dark glass, and in part or whole, make this grief assuage:
That with a more open face I may behold His shining face,
Comprehending the labor sufficient, gloriously powerful, resurrection grace,
And so find the knowledge of God empowering in His perfecting, cleansing, Bride baptizing praise.
Thus I would be: Tried in His holy fire, clothed in His precious, majestic, warlike attire,
Seated in the heavenlies I would be sufficient and entire,
To wash the Bride under the perfect influence of His governing empire.
“According as His divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of Him that hath called us to glory and virtue” (2 Peter 1:3)
The Covenant in desolation the earth is in spiritual devastation.
False prophets are intoxicated by the promises of God while a godly man can scarcely be found.
The multitudes are in fetters, in false confidences they are bound,
And they are emboldened to un-repentance by indoctrinations unsound.
Oh that one man would remember God and in faith look around,
By a truth laden heard may the breach be found.
It is the Last Days and God has hidden His old ways,
Yet men do stand in the gap and for the Covenant the Spirit prays,
To finish the chapter of time by resurrecting Josiah’s days.
Surely Revival God would send if faith did impart a river parting wind.
Elisha bids his master bye with a hopeful loud uplifted cry.
Eyes raised up, he looks up high, watching chariots of fire making Elijah fly.
Scene is over Elisha’s heart in unrest, his prayer was answered a double portion is blessed.
Elisha surpasses Elijah’s spiritual crest, he lays hold on Elijah’s mantel and approaches the test.
His mind memorable of Elijah’s God, Elisha’s memory is with preparation shod.
Elisha’s hand does grip the mantle tight while the river approaches and is nigh in sight.
Mantel going forth no doubt of any sort, the call to God is lifted up as the prophets first and continual resort.
Where is the LORD God of Elijah was Elisha’s cry,
And echoing in my heart is a perpetual like sigh.
As the moving life and rushing river in my veins
My eyes ever behold the Bride of Christ in her stains,
That throughout all the personal suffering I undergo now, and in every change, my eyes widen in a stedfast looking for the subsequent revelatory glory to brighten the dark glass, and in part or whole, make this grief assuage:
That with a more open face I may behold His shining face,
Comprehending the labor sufficient, gloriously powerful, resurrection grace,
And so find the knowledge of God empowering in His perfecting, cleansing, Bride baptizing praise.
Thus I would be: Tried in His holy fire, clothed in His precious, majestic, warlike attire,
Seated in the heavenlies I would be sufficient and entire,
To wash the Bride under the perfect influence of His governing empire.
