Ye idle men!
O, slumbering bride!
You have forsaken your sacred duty
To proclaim the message of eternal hope.
You chase after sensations, signs and ⠃⠇⠐⠥⠎
While crowing at imperfections, and shrugging at your sheep’s demise.
On the fall festival of the pagan harvest, you say to your children,
“Neighbor! Neighbor! Ye fool!
Satan has deceived thee with the sweet taste of ⠉⠯⠽
That was fed to the gods the Pagans ⠺⠕⠗⠩⠊⠏⠏⠫⠖
The gates of Sheol awaiteth for the partaker!”
Yet you say to the blind servant,
“Ye shall possess great favor the God that is ⠏⠗⠂⠡⠫⠆
For the prophet has pledged you the kingdoms of this land!”
O, dysfunctional goats! O, spoiled children!
When will you arise from your beds and depart from your mansion?
Why do you tremble when the Thief rages through your towns?
Why do you tremble, ye wretched coward?
Behold! The fear of the Thief is a snare from ⠓⠍⠂
Whose threats are not but a void substance in the air!
Prepare for war, o ministers of the light!
Sound the alarm! Blow the trumpet!
Play the drum, and shout with courage!
Let the faithful shout to the walls, “Die by fire!”
The wicked shall cry, “Fall on your faces!”
It is that Spirit that gives might over the darkness of Hades!
It is Christ’s power within you that tramples over the strongest tower.
Then, the soldier wearing a white garment shall aim its ⠩⠊⠑⠇⠙
And say to the snake, “Away from thee, Satan!”
Clank the cymbals! Pluck your harps!
Let the angels sing to the Bridegroom of Heaven!
Let the world attack with praise and laughter!
For Christ’s servant shall prevail!
The Living Message of Christ 