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| Animal Registered user Username: Animal Post Number: 1061 Registered: 7-2008  |
The year was 1844 and something was astir Because the plucky Millerites thought big things would occur But when they woke the morning of October 23 They all were disappointed and the cause was clear to see The flock had played the numbers game and got the math all wrong And now two cent’ries later we remember with this song That if you need a certain way to flee the coming wrath Then get a guy who knows his stuff before you do the math Or better yet don’t set a date for when things should occur And don’t tell anyone your thoughts no matter if you’re sure Oh spare a thought for Miller while remembering his plight For it was he who led the flock that cold October night The legacy he left behind still haunts us to this day Though many wish the numbers thing would simply go away For now instead of saying that the earth was being cleansed We got the funny notion that the Judgment had commenced Initiated by the King’s decree, 457 starting Then add in seven decades to the true prophetic charting Subtract 490 from 2 thousand and 3 hundred Which takes you right up to the end of days divinely numbered Oh yes, of course, how silly that we never saw before… Investigative Judgment starts in 1844 For if you know prophetically a day is like a year The Sanctuary Doctrine, then, quite readily appears And with the Prophet’s blessing we are certain that it’s true Though other Bible scholars still don’t have the slightest clue Which means that it’s our duty to proclaim it to the rest To prove that we’re the Remnant whose theology is best. | ||
| Honestwitness Registered user Username: Honestwitness Post Number: 1295 Registered: 7-2005  |
Cool poem, ANIMAL! | ||
| Butterfly_poette Registered user Username: Butterfly_poette Post Number: 438 Registered: 5-2011  |
I love it! |
