The Father's Masterseed
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.
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