The Symbolism of the Feasts

The Symbolism of the Feasts

“Celebrate Me, O My Moses!

Celebrate Our Kingdom come –

Fulfillment may be years away,

But by thy festivities’ drum,

Celebrate the faith ye’ve guarded;

The knowledge that what will be done

Will be symbols of My Promise;

Will reflect My coming Son!

“Celebrate the Passover

And Feast of Unleavened Bread;

Seven days, eat not the yeast,

And remember the firstborn, dead.

On that dreadful, fateful night

 I sent the Angel of Death

To enter houses, one-by-one

And still the Firstborn’s breath,

Unless blood rests around the door

To signify the price –

The price for which My Son will pay;

The cost – He is suffice.

The yeast! The sin! It causes rise

In violence, greed and haughty eyes.

Cast it away! It cannot be –

First and seventh day keep holy.

“Observe the Day of Atonement,

Yea, afflict your souls!

Sin is the Separator.

Fast! Tis beyond Mankind’s control.

Do not labour on this day;

Keep it specially set apart.

I’ll cast away he who works

In defiance to My Heart;

My Son, Who will prove the Atonement.

Cherish, My People, Redemption’s moment.

“Celebrate the Feast of Firstfruit;

What produce doth the Earth first dress.

Up Seedling from the Deathly shadow

To light of Life’s sunlit caress.

Such will My Son be to Mankind;

The first to live as Lamb once slayed.

Firstborn of the God of Glory;

Firstfruit of what Death has laid.

“Celebrate the Feast of Weeks

Following the blessed Firstfruit.

For so My Spirit shall succeed

My Son in Souls’ pursuit.

“Celebrate the Feast of Trumpets

To herald a season’s bend.

For so a trumpet shall forthly sound

When time for Earth’s sad end.

“Celebrate the Tabernacle;

Bring joy unto My House.

Keep it holy; do not work;

Renew thy sacred vows.

Rejoice before thy God with leaves;

With branches of the Palms,

Leafy trees and Willow trees –

Lift up thy voice in Psalms!

Celebrate and dwell in Booths –

The Generations impress,

That thus I provided; preserved thee

Through rugged Wilderness.

In the Tabernacle I delight –

Earthly, there, I’ll dwell –

‘Twill be My home amidst Israel;

A symbolic temple-shell.

When My Son breaks Sin’s dread curse

And purifies their blotted souls,

I will enter them instead;

Their hearts become the scrolls

Upon which I will write My Will –

Mercy, the Parchment; Grace, the quill.