The Father's Masterseed

 

Look at what my Father in me created. 

This thought so true with my semen in you. 

Wondering into dream what if could mean, 

I guess my imagination born birthing view. 

What if being true, I shall pretend I do. 

I will revision front into time the immaculate idea,

To appreciate this impregnated perfection. 

Could it be true, I wonder I do. 

To have thought this and see this you, 

Means two plus two equals a new world for who.

I have and am giving all for all,

Being certain that I hear my Fathers call. 

My work is done, I am fulfilling Gods play.

Now I will observe enjoying being Yahweh. 

Look at what my Father in me is procreating,

A vision so vast, its beauty unabating.

This thought so true, flowing life through you,

Wondering in dream, what if it means anew?

Could imagination born birth a view,

Where the immaculate idea pulsing through?

I pretend, I recall, I revision the I,

Appreciating perfection, in this heart and mind.

Two plus two, a world brings you,

An eternally rhythmic, lovingly imbue.

I give my all for all to be,

Hearing my Father’s calling, guiding me.

The work is done, the stage is set,

God’s master seed planting beget.

Now I rest, fulfilling action for play,

Enjoying the fruits of loving Yahweh.