The Other Poems
Confessions to a Prophetess

The moment when I heard your voice, I knew
I need not hear your tongues and prophecies
to hear you speak and pray in faith to please
the Lord our God who always blesses you
as you obey the Word you hear and do,
as Satan trembles at the sight he sees,
as well do I. I tremble on my knees
to heed the Rhema Word as spoken through
a prophetess as sanctified as you.
I praise the Lord, whose truth and mercy frees
His people's hearts to follow His decrees
which He shall speak afresh and speak anew
into the lives of those His chosen few
whenever that our will with His agrees,
surrendered to His love upon our knees,
as now am I to speak my love to you.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org