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)

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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