About Me
Let the love and light of the Kingdom radiate through you until all who look upon you shall be illumined by its reflection.
One day a tiny angel boy Flew out of heaven's gate, He was not discovered missing, Until it was too late. Of course, God was most disturbed, About this precious, little soul, Who got away from heaven, Before his time to go. But God's eye was on this little guy, Who'd been wonderfully designed, Though tiny, he was mighty, He just needed growing time. Yet somehow he slipped through the gate, When the gatekeeper's back was turned, And he made it all the way to earth, With wings too small for his return. The divine love he brought with him, Was a love direct from God, For he still belonged to heaven, Though here on earthly sod. He was so fragile and so helpless, His strength not quite enough, Man's world a strange and frightening place, Not like heaven - much too tough. This child was made by God In His image, for His Glory, No way could earth lay claim to him, To this precious, angel boy.
Given, not lent, And not withdrawn—once sent, This child of mankind, this One, Gods precious Son. New born and newly dear, He comes with tidings and a song, The ages long, the ages long; Even as the cold Keen winter grows not old, As childhood is so fresh, foreseen, And spring in the familiar green— Sudden as sweet Come the expected feet as He walked in silence in a valley among the dead Tears flooded down his cheeks and he sadly shook his head So much needless death and ruin surrounds him everywhere They bring down such destruction, and then bend their heads in prayer They use the name of their God, as they rain death upon this land And as an angel of all faith, he tries hard to understand But as he looks upon the faces of children orphaned in the streets he knows that they’ll be raised to hate, and this scene will then repeat How could this religious faith have filled these men with hate? To reach out and kill their brother and then say it is their fate All men who walk this earth each have the right to know A God of their own choosing, the God that fills their souls Yet, in man’s very nature, the seeds of conflict seem to dwell Awaiting the chance to flourish into something sent from hell For when it settles in the heart of one too powerful and strong Who’ll lead his wayward people into a battle fought for wrong But he isn’t here to blame or to pass judgment on this race he only seeks to comfort and brings peace upon this place he will rise above the ruins and spread light into these streets But his song is soft and broken by the memories bittersweet For hes been here to this valley a thousand times or more But the life now in these streets is so different than before What happened to the harmony that thrived here in the past It’s been replaced by devastation and a hatred cold and vast he wil serve to offer solace to those who seek his hand In these streets of earthy horrors where terror rules the land the bows her head in prayer that their God will bring them peace To ease them of their burdens and to allow this war to ceasein all your indifferencein all your crueltyin your abandonment of mein your abuse of meI still openI give of my loveyou cast it away?I cast moreuntil my love is a gaping woundblood lettingand I surrender to yourdiseaseto your poisonsto your warsand I surrender to yourmanipulationsliesand horrorsmurder me a million foldI keep coming backwhat more horror can be unleashed by you?In your disfiguredcorruptedevil-nessI still love youand I lamentand I anguishwhy take a gift and smash it all to pieces?why ask for love and thenslash it with a million swords?disregard the sacredness of my loveand throw it away like aused toy?and still I love youWhat else am I to do?you are of mewith meas mehow can I not feel the painof your collective suffering?of what you have done to meof what you have done to yourself...and how can I not feel compassion?Having experienced the very things thatmade you into the cruel beings that you have becomeThose experiences that wounded youthat beat you downthat tore your hopethat is what makes youbehave this way.Yet,Rather than choosingto reciprocate yourhateI choose love..I let gobe whatever you wantI just hope thatyou will all chooseto love me back...that will heal youinstead of this perpetualwoundingstabbinghurtinglie ingit is so very simplethe ways of lovenot complicatednot a messnot like the one'syou have createdI have given you freedomand what do you do with it?you be the judge, jury and executionerthat is not my placemy place is loveand it is never too latefor all those whohave chosen to forsake my loveto accept it in your hearts once moreall that you've ever neededor wanted is withindo you feel me?my immovableeternal flow?from the limitless place..of unending grace.. real editor best profile tools real editor best profile tools
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