God created a soul in total perfection;
both, male and female, to be;
flawed by the serpent’s insurrection;
tho the soul, still remained free.
A being created in God’s own image;
we were His Thoughts, recreated;
considered children of His lineage;
since all of energy’s related.
Just imagine a thought created all being;
creation is but a blueprint on the mind;
all thoughts obviate all hearing and seeing;
and become what the Master devined.
The Master can be His image of choice;
in your thoughts, so can you;
those in His image, bear His voice;
and can do what He can do.
But, while on the earth, we’re all restricted;
playing out our role in this play;
each of us are to become, as depicted;
our script is all we can say.
The Master can declare whatever His choice;
we are simply His sons and daughters;
and, as His images, we share His voice;
for we are life’s living waters.
None of us are orphans in a foreign land;
we’re mere children in need of repentance;
learning life’s lessons, our Father planned;
while, on earth, serving a life sentence.