The WatchTower

 

There is a Tall WatchTower

I visit twice a Month

I walk through Trees for Hours…

Then, Over a Bridge of Trust

 

It Stands Alone in Fertile Fields

It is Higher than surrounding Hills

Its Rooms are Crystal-Clear and Bright

And through Opened Doors… It Shines Light

 

It does not bear a Minaret

… Nor Carved Cathedral Walls

nor pointed Steeple to Impress.. and yet…

… It has Many, Lovely Halls

 

Stone Upon Stone – Solid-Rock

To Enter-in… One just Knocks

And join in Prayer, Praise and Songs

To Touch The Chief-CornerStone

 

There is a Tall WatchTower

Guarding Words… Written in Stone

Words  that are Filled with Power

More than any other Known

 

There is a Tall WatchTower

With a Courtyard of Pretty Flowers

Each Wall is True and Strong

Within WatchTower Stone

 

WatchTower… Fortifies Truest Charm

Lifting Up Loyal Palms

Keeps Hearts and Souls… Forever Young

And Also… Arm in Arm…

 

WatchTower… Weathers Every Storm

Reminds us how to Remain Calm

Reports All Approaching harm…

… Sounds-Out – The Last Days’ Alarm!

 

… For Our Lord said, “Keep On The Watch…”

WatchTower Knows … He is on The March

All Else Follows – Fables and Labels

… but WatchTower Beats … Every Tower of Babel

 

There is a Tall WatchTower

I visit very Much

I Walk through Its Halls for Hours

Where Wind and Spirit … Touch

 

There is a Tall WatchTower

I visit twice a Month

I Walk through Trees for Hours …

Then, Over a Bridge of Trust

 

Written / © by Mistress MoonBee