Who made it?
I ponder.
The fact is, that whoever makes it owns it.
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Whose image is this?
Whose inscription?
What is written here?
.
The deeper i dig – the more i find.
His character.
GLORY!
GLORY!
I hear nature calling.
Glory?
CHARACTER!
CHARACTER!
All the attributes scream from every atom.
They tremble to hear words contrary.
Words of doubt or scorn are like atomic bombs on earth.
The rocks – when will He allow them to cry out?
AWAKE MOUNTAINS!
AWAKE!
With one breath you have come into being.
And by that one breath you have been sustained!
The WORD went forth – and creation burst forth –
Oh.
Oh His character is there, on display: revealed
Until He hung in frail humanity – suspended,
“Let water be separated.
Water from water –
and let a firmament be established!”
Fixed.
Settled.
“Let the water under the sky be gathered
to one place,
and let dry ground appear.”
And it was so.
“It is finished!”
And God saw that it was good.
And the curtain tore
from top to bottom.
.
AWAKE!
Let the gates arise!
That the King of Glory may enter!
AWAKE!
The whole earth trembles at the trumpet blast,
The mountains tremble and smoke pours forth,
As God steps down,
onto dust,
man falls to his knees.
Holy ground,
shoes off.
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Lift up your heads!
You gates be lifted up!
You ancient doors!
Let the keys in the Kings hand comply.
KING OF ALL THE TESTIMONIES!
The stories scream Your glory:
Faithful
Kind
Forgiving
Just
Merciful
– COME!
…
Who is this King of glory?
OPEN BLIND EYES!
The Lord strong and mighty,
the Lord mighty in battle.
The Lord in the sunset!
The Lord in the flower!
The Lord in the small drop of dew!
COME!
