Doesn’t hurt to remind people of the words within this poem, as the world is engaged in a mighty spiritual battle that’s been ongoing for some time. A battle we’re told that will sadly get far worse before it can get better.
GOD’S POPPY ARMY
One day a bird flew up to God and sat upon His knee.
You called me Lord and here I am, I flew as fast could be.
What is it I can help You with in thanks for all You do?
Whatever You ask I’ll try my best and know You’ll help me through.
There is a task I need my friend that will take a lot of work
Please scatter poppy seeds for me all over a place called Earth.
I need to build an army, and poppies are the best
They grow where least expected and never pose a threat.
Although they look so fragile, they have a hidden strength
So carry this flower within your beak and travel the world at length.
Scatter its seeds upon the earth and shake with all your might
Then leave this poppy where it lies to fight the biggest fight.
A mighty battle is raging and Satan’s done his worst
But now it’s time to rein him in and save the ones now cursed.
The poppy you dropped will spread more seeds and then you can return
To be repaid with great rewards, your loyalty and work has earned.
The battle’s already started and fighting has commenced
But the people in the world I made, need to get down off the fence.
They have to decide which side they’re on in order to seal their fate
The rewards of man or riches of God, it’s their decision to make.
Each poppy will become a person, and spread throughout the world
To teach and guide all others, as my conditions and wishes unfurl.
Some will be lost forever, while others become strong and hardy
And these little bird will then become my own true Poppy Army.
© copyright Lorraine Holloway-White 2014