My grandmother showed this to me, and I thought I'd share it with everyone!
On an old broad cast of "Focus on the Family," Dr. James Dobson shifted attention to his hobby of astronomy, pointing out several ways that science had recently verified the biblical version of creation.
In the course of the program, he read a prophetic poem that has been in the Dobson family for many years. It was written by Mother Shipton, a mystery figure of history who died 43 years before Columbus discovered America. We don't know how she received her insights. We can't verify that everything she wrote is valid. We do know that the poem was written before 1450. We do know that the events she predcited back in the first half of the fifteenth century have proved to be amazingly accurate.
We share it with you as a matter of interest, recognizing that it is God who holds the future. He had revealed previews of the future in His word, the Bible. He leaves nothing to chance. He holds your future too.
A Carriage without a horse shall go Disaster fill the world with woe In London, Primrose Hill shall be Its center hold a Bishop's see Around the world men's thoughts shall fly Quick as the twinkling of an eye. And waters shall great wonders do And strange and yet it shall be true Then upside down the world shall be And gold found at the foot of tree Thru towering hills proud men shall ride No horse nor ass move by his side. Beneath the waters men shall walk Shall ride shall sleep and even talk And in the air men shall be seen In white and black as weel as green A great man then shall come and go For Prophecy declares it so. In water iron then shall float As easy as a wooden boat Gold shall be found in stream and stone In a land that is as yet unknown Water and fire shall wonders do And England shall admit the Jew. The Jew that once was held in Scorn Shall of a Christian then be born A house of glass shall come to pass In England but alas, alas. A war will follow with the work Where dwells the Pagan and the Turk. The States will lock in fierce strife And seek to take each other's life The north shall thus divide the south The eagles build in lions mouth Then tax and blood and cruel war Shall come to every humble door. Three times shall lovely sunny France Be led to play a bloody dance Before the people shall be free Three tyrant rulers shall she see Three rulers in succession be Each spring from different dynasty. Then when the fiercest fight is done England and France shall be as one The British Olive next shall twin In marriage with the German vine Men walk beneath and over stream Fulfilled shall be our strangest dream. And now a word of uncouth rhyme Of what shall be in future time For in those wondrous far off days The women shall adopt a craze To dress like men and trousers wear Cut off their lovely locks of hair. They're ride astride with brazen brow As witches do on broomsticks now Then love shall die and marriage cease And nations wane as babes decrease The women fondle cats and dogs The men live much the same as hogs. In Nineteen Hundred Twenty Six Build houses light of straw and sticks For then shall mighty wars be planned And fire and sword shall sweep the land BUT THOSE WHO LIVE THIS CENTURY THRU IN FEAR AND TREMBLING THIS SHALL DO. Flee to the mountains and the dens To bog and forests and wild fens For storms shall rage and oceans roar And Gabriel stand on sea and shore And as he blows his wondrous horn Old worlds shall die and new be born.
