Ye are God’s as gods -an original poem

 

       all
           of earth groaned
            for the revelation of the sons
             of the Almighty. For from glory
              fell the first, and by them fell our parents,
               sick by the fruit of a tree, in need of the Antidote.
                Our Physician took flesh for us and slept. This night,
God    is    in
                the manger, resting, revealing Himself upon a tree as food
               for the health of souls, our eternal Elixir of Immortality.
              For He, not fallen, risen has raised our parents
             to the glory of the Almighty,
            as sons of the Most High,
           for deification of
       all


-Ye are God's as gods
an original poem

 


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