His Righteous Flask


His Righteous Flask


My name was Lost Present, who Crawled Death Sentenced,

Blinded by the Imposter Who Bound Me in Dark of Past,

Till His Crimson Tide Re-Named Me Future, with Spoiled

Years Abolished by Red Sips of His Righteous Flask!

Bread Broken Three Pieces, His Words Kissed My Lips,

My Soul Grafted with Each Sweet Crumb I Digested.

Now When Weak, if I Fall, His Love Cushions My Knees,

Till I Can Stand Straight by His Strength Manifested!


By Johnny Praize Hernandez (Holy Spirit inspired) Copyright 2015

This poem is about: 
Our world


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