Not Just Candy on the Top Shining, glorious On top That bright red Cherry Gleaming, glistening On top of whipped crème A most delicious berry Just a nice add-on Makes it more enticing Milkshake underneath Solid, frothy Coming closer to being Desired But tis an unnecessary Thing Does not decrease Or increase The shake beneath Or detract from its Power To make us wish it To devour I sometimes think Of God & Christ We have made Like that cherry That piece on top of stuff A small enhancement, Merely a small piece Of fluff In comparison to That solid milkshake Rest of our lives Are we really going to Wait until our body dies To see reality, God’s importance, Why wait until that time Of crisis? Today, make God The solid majority Of your life Desire most The Lord Of all the angelic hosts The center of your being As ephemeral you become & more fleeting!
In the Beginning Chronicle II A loud voice boomed “What is that I hear” Trembling on a marble step Leading to the throne A loyal angel replied Almost with a groan, “It is not good news I fear Your Grace.” “Tell me.” The answer came, “We have A problem, A never seen before rebellion. Coming from your favored one, The leader of all angels.” “Leave me. I will discuss this With my Son.” So, in heaven it was decided This would not be abided Creation does not tell its Creator how to create or lead. For the very first time In all of infinity Expulsion from this place Was decided by The Holy Trinity satan would have to be removed from the presence of God’s face. But he did not go quietly The battle for God’s throne Was waged with ferocity As they refused God to still praise Swords were raised And some were slain By flinging them into Dark dungeons This once bright Glorious angel, Their leader, now was dark God’s love, light Mercy & grace Had flown from his heart Empty was he now Filled only with an all-consuming Lust for God’s crown So, in sorrow, God had to retaliate satan was flung out Of heaven’s gates Thrown to earth to roam Forever more alone Never to enter again His once heavenly home As for his followers Well, They are held in a kind Of hell In dark prisons They are chained Awaiting that great day Of the Lord When all will be judged Who have rebelled Against God’s name It is so sad, it is a shame That their rightful place In glory They never will be able To reclaim.
In the Beginning Chronicle I In the beginning there Was nothing outside of Heaven So, in the beginning God decided To create For Himself A World He hummed, “You know, Son We have so much to share Of kindness Love, joy Sometimes I feel Like I might explode Or implode I cannot hold It all in any longer.” So with a whirl And a twirl And a small jiggle Or was it a wiggle God created His earth. Gleaming, shining With life It glowed Just to show Its Creator’s Glory, This story of His Love Slowly, He stroked With one gentle hand The lion’s mane. “Look, it’s heart beats I think I just Might keep This one. But you know what I think I need me A Man.” “What is a man, Father?” “Just watch.” He blew on the dust And with one single thrust Of one finger He raised him from the ground. God smiled. Happy, pleased and joyful, He turned to his newest son, “Welcome to life, Adam, And this, Your new Paradise!”
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