A Child Of The I Am
We’re each a child of consciousness;
fashioned in the heavens above;
creations of the Master’s righteousness;
born in the womb of love.
We once were thoughts on God’s mind;
dreaming of conquest and glory;
we’re the foundation of life; designed;
our lives are the rest of the story.
To the Master; we’re the sun and the moon;
the dawn of every new day;
the caterpillar emerging from our cocoon;
a child; finding his way.
We are the Master’s heart and soul;
the consciousness; he imbues;
created to live out a servant’s role;
given the freedom to choose.
We were God’s prodigals, by birth;
cast down to the realm below;
death will rescue us from earth;
once we reap what we sow.
Heaven is God’s kingdom of perfection;
earth is where prodigals must dwell;
those who countenance God’s rejection;
transformed this earth into hell.
We all are engaged in a search for identity;
disciples of the Son of Man;
all are related to the King of divinity;
each; a child of the I Am.
Monty 10.22.25. # 3,028