Touch Not (Poem)

Touch not the prophets, the anointed, the divine, For they are not their own, but purchased with a sign. They bear a sacred mark, chosen by the Divine’s decree.

To harm God’s appointed is to court destiny’s plea.

It’s folly, it’s blindness, to challenge God’s plan, To steal gifts and blessings, to try what no one can. Day and night, with sorcery and witchery’s art, To steal from the roots and crowns, to tear destiny apart.

This is a final warning, a plea to your soul To cease the mockery, to release your hold. Whatever befalls you, you’ve summoned the storm By daring to touch what God’s hand did adorn.

So remember the words etched in history’s psalm, “Touch not My anointing, do My prophets no harm.” For in God’s holy realm, His chosen are secure. To harm them, dear friend is a path unsure.


Faithful followers of Jesus Christ watch and pray – we are in dark times. Trust NO-ONE until they show themselves trustworthy. They must earn our TRUST.

Until Next time, Keep Believing, Keep Hoping & Keep Loving.

Peace. Daniel – The Christian Activist & Warrior

 Remember, Jesus Christ is the Light of the World.

 Thank you, and God Bless