So it is as it is written so must it be for I am the Lord

Strike that

All those with ears hear

All those with eyes see

No the man is to enchant with the plaything

Sent him

Strange things I have created but this man

Ever changing growing many direction at once

Free will

Quisitive thing

Intelligence lacking

Body pleasure

Enjoys

Sees wonder in such small things

Must forgive him shortcomings

Left them their

Slight faults

Needs a way out

Taken for granted

Temper as strong

Face as lost

Changes so quickly

Maze of life running every which way

Always asking for something

Suffering a point of reference

Pains to joy

Scratch the ground

Army of soldiers

Not reliable

Changes loath

Need my son to understand more

A playing field of life

I send him among these things

Interesting emotions strong

Yearning so different yet special

Life is a creation of wonder

So much to see and believe

Three sides of me plus

The creation

How novel

Growth and understanding

This free will unexpected

Out come personal explosion

My son will feel evolution

So it is pain to joy

Life to death

Death to life

Creativity to law

Will to pretence

Special to hold

From clay to dust

To energy as ash

Comes and flies

In middle ground

Sound oh voice

Request thee well

While I play

With all the toys

Create heaven

Then hell

In-between give birth

Earth and purgatory

For mind an explosion

Closer to me

For pain equals joy

Pleasure more to employ

Life a stronger place

Glow burns in minor key

We start to be a special

Community

Creature so stupid failure of his God almighty

Yet why am I so empty

Born of age Created

Equal in image

Knowledge beyond

Temper of light

Stars open

Pit waiting

War lost

Writer of the tale

Each word a triangle

Five in mingle

Earth a curse

Man just a plaything

Used and abused

Soldier to fight

Open hells door

Unfair he plays the game

Sends his son to mark a path

In and out of doors

Why could he not save me

Fate pride wheels

So much miss-taken

From value and system

The price of will

Homage not given

Equal to and better

Grab his frail creature

Make him into a minion

A currier to this place they live

A fighter in my army

Even his son will be tempted

Even he will fear death

Walk into my corridors of deceit

Calibrations of life is death

Muddy water upon a scale to fight

I still stand taller than the repast

Sun breaks dawn in map given

Travel a desert seeking

Lay upon a hill

Minding sheep

Sleep in age

Threat of heaven to hell

Fear death

Immortality seeking

Shadows grow

Practice in faith

Love makes a path

Society police by God

Demands his son

Who fears his own death

Turned down the earth from Devil

Was it his to give

Meek soldiers stain

Upon a bed of religious zealots

Shake sands of time from shoes

Yet the Christ held me in his hands

As a babe felt the warmth of mother

Fed at her breast human in every since

Scraped the ground for survival

Rules and laws instruction

Scripture lived believed

One of me

Tempted tested by the earth

Animal to fruit

Subjective vision

Free will a turn in visage

Love upon a place

Each pebble a rock to over come

Sin cast upon judgment

From heaven to hell to earth

Shared the taste of wine

Felt the hot sun

Meet hunger head on

Felt the pelt of hate

Shared the love

Loyalty of adoring

Fell under the load of man

Forgave from a cross

Watches the privileged

Sees the hunger of desire

Walks on the soldiers of before

Takes the gold given

As the woman of kings

Become the servant of highest bidder

Wall of will take and give back

Yet in salvation a cross hang

A crib in tribute by animal man angel and evil

Mix is the same freely in the image of God

Yet three in one is still one

Adoration never far from reach as the man wanders the trail curing

A mix so perfect and imperfect picks fate as a cost of the right to choose

Stupid perhaps but a marker for both heaven and hell

The fight takes place in all days but days of Christmas

Play clear as a second or third or perhaps a final chance

Seven angels stand ready, yet fear not, markers of earth

Battle for more than age and place, once upon a time

He walked as a man