Baby God Poem by NikiAlex Zander

This Wise~Mans tale We will tell in the peace and shade of My gnarled fig tree.
We will speak of poems, Weeping Willows by the stream or of young calves of Beautiful Ivory.
We talk about Praise and Gods love and to do the Right Thing.
Man does need Gods word, but He's still intitled to a King.

The morning starts with Our Ancient Sun shining bright
Very bright, for the end of a cool Winters night.
The ground is covered looks like choppy purple seas.
Its not the water, its the flowering Jacaranda Trees.

We will talk about times when large Gazelles ran free.
I will tell You true tales about ME before I was ME.
I will tell You a story about quiet Lions, deer and Hunting quail,
It may sound a little strange, but its not a Fairy Tale.

We will sit under My old Acacia, its where We can always talk.
Yes, I walk on Water, but I still have to Walk.
I spoke with Abraham, I gave Moses the tablets too.
Raphel was the 'BurningBush', somethings I just won't do.

We talk about Israel, David and His Son Solomon, as Kings.
I gave the Shepard boy that 'stone', then He made that Giants ears ring.
So as the Snow Leopard creeps up on its prey, to Kill unseen.
So will the shepard boy, soon become Your King.

The Saga of King David, He was King of Israel,
Slayed a Giant with a rock, when He was just twelve.
It was not a fair fight, He had MY 'MagicStone'.
No~one knew, Until after it was thrown.

I told Lots Wife, 'Dont look back'.
Don't know what else to say about that.
I knew the Meteor would Explode close~by.
It was Raphels idea to give Sodom that 'Drive~by'.

Then there's Adam and Eve, that wasn't Me,
Someone put a Serpent in that fruit tree.

Lord, Did You cry when You were a Baby? Yes We all do.
Remember, You are like ME not ME like You.

I can't come to the Rescue every time and time again.
I sent Myself, to free You all from'Oringinal Sin'.
Hide in the Noon day sun, till, You can sing'My Delight'.
Honesty, Justice and Mercy will be Your Lifes Highlight.

Do not put the Lord Your God to the supreme test.
I Am a caring God, but You can be buried with the Rest.
There is no room in Hell, for a truly Honest man.
When You walk with GOD, its Hand in Hand.
So wear Your 'Death Robes' and fight Evil till the very end.

When You walk with I Am that I Am, You Walk With A Friend..