Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Prophecy Of The Children


it matters not
if I be youth
or if I be age

God hath said
all my children
will be beautiful

as God has said
so will it be
God cannot lie


Beautiful in God’s eyes
beautiful as God sees
as God beauty conceives

not beauty as impurity man sees
not in eyes of corporate man
not beauty as mammon man sees

and thus it came to pass
behold children born
beauty latent within heart


beauty destined to bequeath
beauty to enlighten
beauty passed on to God’s

future
faithful
children

Blessed Servants Be
Serve God Through Eternity
Oppose Evil In Perpetuity


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Submitted: Saturday, October 09, 2010

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