Poems about God
We’ve come to this world with power;
our soul is able to create its desires;
we’re able to become an incredible flower;
or, to whatever our mind inspires.
We often complain about how we look;
but God didn’t make us this way;
our souls were designed, an
We are meant to live as free as a bird;
eventually destined to fly;
once our voice can no longer be heard;
we’re only free to die.
As a baby we began; a caterpillar, crawling;
confined to our Mother’s care;
voicing our feelings; wailing and bawling;
demonstrating we’
His Special Child
You’re the special child of the living God;
I’m aware that He wants you to know;
I‘m certain this revelation seems rather odd;
but the Father in heaven has told me so.
Thinking of perfection, He fashioned your face;
and whispered thoughts of love
The Crucible
Earth was designed as the crucible for man;
considered the place of life’s birth;
tho a garden in heaven was where life began;
it’s “melting pot” became on the earth.
It was where all facets of life came together;
all diversity, within it; destined to blend;
Creation’s painting was born out of thought;
nothing so exquisite, is a product of chance;
souls are the paint drops the artist brought;
no masterpiece evolves out of happenstance.
For the life of the Artist was within the clay;
and the paint drops granted it’s beauty;
only the
Created in the Master’s name;
identical in His perfection;
embryo and soul are the same;
configured at His direction.
From energy we have all been made;
the physical body came later;
first the energy template was laid,
by the embryonic Creator.
The embryo was first made a soul;
given
We think all are born in innocence;
to which most can relate;
but such is merely illogical nonsense;
there is no room for debate.
All of us, have been here before;
when we leave, we’ll return again;
life keeps coming back for more;
there is nothing, but now, and
We know life’s divided by seasons;
is that true of reality, too?
All acts of the Master have reasons;
that divisions of reality will do.
Are multiple universes stacked together;
each one, on top of another;
endless lifetimes; all cycling forever;
involving each sister and brother?
Spring is the
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