A Psalm of Revelation

Chris Kopko

A Psalm of Revelation

Chris Kopko


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The angel of the Churches speak, Thus does say the AMEN; The faithful and true witness who's, Beginning and the End.

I know the works and thoughts of them who're rich and have no need They're wretched, poor and blind and nude

a sharp and thorny weed The works of them that think they're rich and have stored up their seed,

are those things that will be burned up. Let them that hear take heed! I know thy works, they're in between

and cares that are lukewarm I would that you were hot or cold there's neither love nor scorn

There's love nor hate and so they think The world is theirs to have So let them take all their reward

in this world with the bad You wretched, poor and blind and nude thou art before His word

Your heart has spoken self deceit those riches you adored I counsel thee, to buy of Me

Gold tried and true by fire For sightless eyes, anointing salve Clean raiment for attire

Within this hour, this very night He could requite your soul So separate yourself from them

and He'll bemete you whole Within this hour, this very day You must pick up your cross

And do not feign to follow Him; and count your works as loss Within this hour, this very hour

You must seek out His word To separate yourself from her; the world, and lies you've heard

And calling out His people from the world He will then judge His called-out ones will not see hurt

The earth and all her grudge Within the ground, He plants the dead They compost as they leave

and bringing forth much fruit from them He'll bind up every sheave The heart of them that have stood fast

shall bring forth fruit of all And standing in the Holy place His hand prevents their fall

Within this hour, this very day The trumpet blast may sound To separate the wheat from chaff

And sow the fallowed ground These words are spoke to virgins pure yet some whose lamps grow dim

The bridegroom's voice can still be heard Repent and cling to Him

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The Lord will clothe in righteousness, All those He chose as His And in their hearts, the inner courts His dwelling place there is

Out of the fields of Ephratah We took there for our God The place in which for Him to dwell

With holiness and awe These tabernacles are bereft of their own righteousness

Yet, His own blood shall make them clean And springs in wilderness The fruitful bough, with holy lips,

shall gladly speak His name And yet the enemies of God be clothed with their own shame

I have awoke in deepest night, And there cried for my Lord To show His mercy and His grace

within me to afford He is my very present help, in all my dire need

Thus, shelter me beneath Your wings, Thy Bread, thou do me feed The God of Jacob, hear my cry,

Yeshuah is His name A mighty fortress, there unto Their refuge to proclaim

A refuge and their hiding place The secret 'neath the stairs Beloved of our 'doring God

Who culls us from the tares He calls us out from mother's womb A harlot that He bought

Hosea's wife, departing from The God whom she once sought She sought Him in the streets of night

with ears and eyes made dim Her heart was pressed for strange apparel Her lips, no more found Him

Her Bread came from a stranger's hand Her bed became a haunt She searched there for her secret loves

Her wares for them that wont Her mirth shall cease and Sabbaths go the way of Baalim

That take their pay and curse the day They chose to love their sin This day, today, My Mother's breasts

have thereto been for hire The Church that bore me from her womb exchanged her love, for mire

I love her still and yet I must depart from her ill ways And let them go, with prayer for them

Who glory in their stay Come out from her, our Lord commands lest judgment shall befall those lain with her shall be brought down

Who've heard, but, missed their call Unfruitful boughs, and wicked lips, Will gladly speak His name

But yet, the enemies of God; shall be clothed with their shame For not all those that call His name

Shall know His life to come And yet the names are written there; the Lamb's book holds their sum

These tabernacles are bereft of their own righteousness And only His blood can make afresh,

those springs from wilderness Out in the fields of Ephratah We take there for our Yah

A place within for Him to dwell With holiness and awe We ask our Father, dwell within this heart made clear for Yah

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To those that are your people be as Israel we're known Who lift their hands, and bow the head to them be mercy shown

To your great majesty on high Your glories shall we speak Within Your word Your Spirit called

to mortal flesh made weak From those that by Your name be known shall glory in the same

For He hath made His Spirit dwell in them salvation came Of your great majesty on high

creation always speaks the glory of our risen Lord All nations should Him seek

Until the showing of His Son within their mortal frame The crying out of every voice

revealed His holy name That uttered their most wretched call and bowed each knee that walked

upon the face all of the earth upon each heart did knock His hand is sure upon each door

disciples He has sought and few He's found, with faith toward the blood for those He bought

With thanks toward our Hollow'd King with praise on lips made pure by His Spirit's call and this be all

that make our hearts endure To wait upon this Holy Lamb forever is our cause

eternally, laid at His feet lets think on this, then pause... Selah, they say, and do not cease

from thinking there upon The glory in His shining face His countenance alone

(As in a mirror, behold His face let not yourself be known When turning to Him on the cross

His image shall be shown) Upon the cross, His Father's will forever be made known

upon His shoulders rest that day The mercies He has shown For untold sins, that were not His

He bore them to the grave but there He could not be kept bound His Father, Him did raise

Captivity was then set free those bound in sin to death His resurrection is their own

called forth to the elect The call to walk His simple way is not for all to hear

although He would that none should die too few that would draw near Too few are those your people be

a remnant, as they're known who lift up hands, and bow their heads for mercy you have shown

For mercy shown Your little flock They, called there by Your Word before the founding of the worlds so have their names been heard

Too great Your majesty on high too glorious to speak That still small voice whose Spirit called

Your strength in us be weak From those that by Your name be known shall glory in the same

in us you made your Spirit dwell from You salvation came Within Your heart our every need

You satisfied them all How often we neglect to thank for mercies great and small

For mercies that endure fore'er, eternity untold the grace and glory of our God

declared from days of old Declared of them that came before through prophets whom You spake

in every age, for those with ears them promise did You make And never failed to be secured

Your secrets You declare and for all those, with eyes to see Your truth have you laid bare

The truth laid bare within their hearts Your light is shed abroad To be made known the mercy and the love and hope of God

Revealed in them, where faith is laid a truth yet unrevealed The Sons of God, that bare Your name by You have they been sealed

And kept unto a time prepared by You and You alone The Father of our Holy King

(or The Father, Son and Holy Ghost) Together You are one Yes, kiss the Son, lest in His wrath

you might be found to wont From His precious mercy do not turn nor cause your heart to daunt

To steal a line, from David's time "a psalm You gave to me" I'll sing your praise for all my days Your Son has set me free The Son has set us free

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