Doors are now open for those that will,
Not just any door but the ones that fulfill,
Every jot and tittle of my word,
And fresh prophecies of things never before heard,
The rebellious and proud though shall not see,
Anything from this tapestry,
But as Korah shall be swallowed up,
For my wrath shall be their only cup,
So tune your hearing upon my will and testimony,
Allow all of your flesh to die and you to will see,
The grandure of this tapestry,
For in my glory you shall share,
If in this manner you meet me there,
Where ? The center of my threshing floor,
For it is here the flesh departs and I then swing wide my door,
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