To feast on the scrumbs of perversion
The beings of the heavenlies were dismayed at the choice.
Though He made us in his image
To think and act like him
But we went off to wander with self
And left void the hollow of sonship's billows.
The man of God has to come forth
And feed us with the milk of the word
And to make the world fun
With the light of His word and the blood from His love
When we came to end of self
Grace showed up,
So that if we be wise,
We'd follow the ways of the Father.
Happy Easter people
Chryss.
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