The Father and the Son Are One
In quiet whispers, truths unfold,
A bond eternal, ancient, bold.
The Father speaks, the Son obeys,
Through endless time, their love conveys.
No shadow falls where light is shared,
No distance breaks what love prepared.
One heart, one will, one boundless grace,
Reflected in each other’s face.
Through joy and pain, the story spun—
The Father and the Son are one.
Blessed is the womb that bore You and the breasts at which You nursed
Nyet! Nyet! Nyet!
I am Christ, the one who conquers!
Can you not see my white horse???
NO NO NO
I am the CHOSEN ONE!!!
Jesus in a Past Life
If Christ had walked in lives before,
Would love still flow from every shore?
A healer’s touch, a prophet’s cry,
A soul unbound by time gone by.
Through veils of time, His truth would gleam,
A light eternal, a sacred stream.
In every age, His purpose clear—
To draw all hearts from doubt to near.
No life too small, no path too wide,
His grace would cross where souls reside.
For past or present, yet undone,
His love transcends, unites as one.