Spoke of all that MAN was able

Presentations of decree

To legislate what life should be

A voice rang out

In riled dismay

Repugnant of these

Shells of clay

Cacophonous

The rabble brew

Division marked

Dissention grew

“Why should some

Be set apart?”

“Do we not breathe

Nor have a heart?”

“What manner differs

In each soul?

Are we not striking?

Fashioned whole?”

The horde rebelled

As malcontents

Deficient acts

Of eloquence

Besieging ire

A battle waged

When thunder clashed

One voice engaged

The silence, thick

In echoed hall

The ONE rose up

Addressed them all

Commanding tone

With stern expression

Asked the host

One poignant question

“Do you see the value

In what I propose?”

The group agape

In non repose

“In THESE, I took

The Angels grace,

Creature habits,

With Mine own face”

“And gave them, I,

Free will, to choose

Then drew the veil

‘Cross what they’d lose

To test their desire

And obedience

I gave commandments

With consequence

They’re not unlike

Each one of you

Yet they are blind

To Heavens hue

You now choose

A rebels stand

And dare to curse

What I call MAN

YOU who dwell

Within this hall

Arrogant, tho

You’ve seen it all

I say this now

But, listen well

Your end result

And choice is HELL

The absence of

My love and grace

No more to gaze

Upon my face

Man still has

The time and breath

To save their kind from

Immortal death

For this has always

Been My will

E’en thru their trials

Love them still

There is NO child

I’ll shun, for good

I ask you now

What Father would?”