why i had to give out my son

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    why i had to give out my son

    I singled out one man
    in the beginning i chose Him, only him
    i endowed him,gave him my strengths
    Made him like me
    And yes , he was perfect and excellent
    i loved him

    But from the best of all stones and pearls
    came a Beautiful one ,disguised in all pretty things i made
    so Beautiful and lovely yet tempting
    he was there where i made the perfect man
    He saw it,everything ,how i do it,but himself
    could not make them
    He loved it -the power and honor
    He hated, me but wanted to be like me

    Then i saw one morning ,oh what has happened
    what had the man done
    How could he do wrong-should he have known
    how can my work be destroyed
    Hadn't i told Him,only if he could just obey
    He has lost all i gave him
    i wept,for my law could not hold himself on disobedience
    Man was guilty and nothing could save him
    Or what option have i left
    i have been robbed from man my Image which is perfect
    I hadn't lost him forever

    i prepared the sword,the sharper edges
    i was wroth with fury One day i would destroy the beautiful one
    The best i had made and them who follow him
    but first, i owed the man a sole duty
    the best i had made, the thief, had taken away
    his honor ,now i have nobody to please me
    i summoned the congregation, we held a durbar
    there was silence,an observer cried
    is it possible, could it be done!
    he i prepared stood up and praised,
    yes there is a way ,it is possible
    I am the Way

    I came ,yes i am, i came
    he was in them all ,but i looked like them
    and they wanted to kill me
    but i knew their mind ,their heart open to me
    i was the Second of the perfect one i made
    But better than him,i knew it all
    i gave myself to them ,i was simple
    then i changed them- my law i placed into their hearts
    now they could know it all ,they can be like me
    Before they had fear,now they can love
    and them who believed me-i was in him
    i replaced the old man,they became New
    i replaced them

    For them i had to come ,for unending life
    so i had to give out whom i prepared
    my Son























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    cheronld commented on why i had to give out my son

    08-13-2010

    Wow...a very powerful piece you have written....you sound like a warrior able to withstand all life has to throw your way.....it also has a feeling of a religious undertone about the sacrifice that God has made....I may be wrong...either way I enjoyed this very much...Cher

    kobby

    08/20/2010

    I know God and i have tried to search and know to convince myself of the many of the raised concerns the more i searched the greater my conviction of His reality truth i found in His son(Himself)

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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