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Many Are Called

Judy Mowatt was one of Bob Marley’s backing vocal group, the I-Threes.
I have always loved her voice.  She was Rastafarian for many years but later became an evangelical Christian.

Great interviews with her HERE & HERE

Many are called, few are chosen / You’ve got to be aware of the wolf in sheep clothing
Many are called, few are chosen / You’ve got to be aware of the wolf in sheep clothing
Many say that they are our brothers / There ain’t much to find…
Many say that they are our sisters / There ain’t much to find…
Many come sayin’ brother love, love, love / Many come sayin’ sister hail, hail, hail
Many come sayin’ a peace and unity / But there ain’t no peace to find…
Many are called, few are chosen / You’ve got to be aware of the wolf in sheep clothing
Many are called, few are chosen / You’ve got to be aware of the wolf in sheep clothing
Many are deceivers / Who profess that they are true believers
Many preach Lord, Lord, many teach / But it’s just way out of reach
Many come sayin’ brother love, love, love / Many come sayin’ sister hail, hail, hail
Many come sayin’ a peace and unity / But there ain’t no peace to find…
‘Cause many are called, few are chosen / You’ve got to be aware of the wolf in sheep clothing
Many are called, few are chosen / You’ve got to be aware of the wolf in sheep clothing
Many are called, but few are chosen…

Interplanetary Herdsman

Jah-jahoviah  spells Joseph and Judah;  confusing…

A glance in the Book says the two shall be one.

Higher purposes shown to the tribe of His choosing

Revealing in vision the name of Jah Son.

As the heathen intensify darkness, accusing

Swift messengers fly from that coastline in sun –

Thanks and praises  for radio.   Angels are using

All stations to further His will being done.

Life eternal encoded in musical phrases

Invincible lion,  so rhythmically dread

Vibrations of  Zion with power that raises

Each listener up from the sleep of the dead.

Theological reasoning floats  into space;

HALLELUJAH.   Tune into the echoing  bass…

L of J

Revelation 3:7

Rootical Tabernacle

REVELATION: three, seven – the Kingdom of Heaven

The key to unlocking both glory and shame.

Philadelphia knows He’s arriving in newness

inscribing on foreheads His city and name.

(Though it could be on tee shirts or baseball caps, true –

unless someone takes time to decipher the text…

is it Greek? Aramaic? Amharic? What next?)

Don’t be mad – it’s not me but old John who’s to blame.

Of names and on numbers of Savior and Beast

I have long been a-pondering, trembling, wondering

mushroom-cloud raptures in mind’s eye a-thundering.

How will we get to that marriage-day feast?

Will my garment be ready or filthy with fall-out?

(The song says His blood will make clean if we call out

in faith for forgiveness, in humble repentance

believing that grace will abolish the sentence.)

You may wish my rhyme to be likewise abolished.

Bear with me. Forgive me, I grant it’s not polished.

I speak what I feel and I write when I’m able;

which brings us to heavenly thoughts gastronomic:

what dishes we’ll meet as we dine at that table-

strict Jewish? Angelic? Or pre-Abrahamic?

Shall they serve us from silver or common ceramic?

Being clay to the potter, an unfinished vessel

I leave all these questions for others to wrestle.

Yet there’s still one more realm I explore in conjecture:

the sounds at that gathering.  Classical?   Rock?

Unending revivalist Christian refrains?

Shall we headbang in heaven with glorified brains?

Psychedelic/Psychotic…? or  Handel and Bach?

(Lighten up. It’s the end of my bible-school lecture.

You’ve seen a few rooms of my castle-in-air,

and we ALL know it’s reggae  they’re playing up there…)

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