Streams of conciousness
that align with Great I Am
the true victory
Mercy is his way
He gives it every single day
Because he is kind
Clouds are a witness
To the glory of God.
They have their feet shod in the preparation of the gospel of peace
Can't you see their pure white fleece
I am what I am.
What does God say I am now?
He says I am his
In thus be amazed, all ye peoples and never forget this ye angels, ye blessed servants of God.
His mercies toward me are never-ending and his greatness untold.
He so loved the world his own Son sold.
Get thee behind me, sinners and saintly lies
The World is nine-tenths blindness
Why should a poem be gibberish?
When the purpose
Is one tenth
Old or young?
I am not, I am not I say
I'm just vapor that has passed this way and away
Sit O man and consider the breath of your days with vigor
Power begets love for me
In the cross of Christ
In the beginning
streams of the Righteous stifles
The bottomless darkness