[thispraiseandthings]
the question becomes: 'Who's Will is it Anyways?'
when the physical representation became me. sh'kinah sits upon me.
and we made what was simple; difficult in our attempts to not do it.
man: the only species looking for loop holes in the law of Yahweh.
they called obedience 'trivial semantics.'
ignorance our mouths shouting: 'we're not under the law...' what does a kingdom run off of?
hyssop grounded into the soul....cleansing.
said you lived under the wrong fear.
exchange your pagan gods for the faceless one.
not having His image made the people uncomfortable
they created a god they could see.....jesus became the posterchild for: God.
ironic, he always said; 'i'm the SON of God.' we still call him Father.
found it foolish that a god needs a god a father needs a father.*
so whats my obligation? the willingness to walk.
carrying the morning glory in the creases of my lips.
when the ox was yoked; he roams in order.
when they became well versed at trading gods.
into the temple white marble tall columns my heart bowed.
ointment rubbed commissioned enter inner and remove the idols.
they came, ripe figs ready to be savored in the mouth of He.
temple, collumns of sweet incense and their mouths open singing daybreak.
shoulders were asked to support His weight-kohathite!
scavenging that word hidden in the heart-treasuries has grown roots in soil.
makin' my grain and drink offerings count. waving them before high priest.
when the physical representation became me. sh'kinah sits upon me.
and we made what was simple; difficult in our attempts to not do it.
man: the only species looking for loop holes in the law of Yahweh.
they called obedience 'trivial semantics.'
ignorance our mouths shouting: 'we're not under the law...' what does a kingdom run off of?
hyssop grounded into the soul....cleansing.
said you lived under the wrong fear.
exchange your pagan gods for the faceless one.
not having His image made the people uncomfortable
they created a god they could see.....jesus became the posterchild for: God.
ironic, he always said; 'i'm the SON of God.' we still call him Father.
found it foolish that a god needs a god a father needs a father.*
so whats my obligation? the willingness to walk.
carrying the morning glory in the creases of my lips.
when the ox was yoked; he roams in order.
when they became well versed at trading gods.
into the temple white marble tall columns my heart bowed.
ointment rubbed commissioned enter inner and remove the idols.
they came, ripe figs ready to be savored in the mouth of He.
temple, collumns of sweet incense and their mouths open singing daybreak.
shoulders were asked to support His weight-kohathite!
scavenging that word hidden in the heart-treasuries has grown roots in soil.
makin' my grain and drink offerings count. waving them before high priest.
*(John 20:17)
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