The Revelation of Thy Son

 


Christ in me is my imagination. 

I then realize as I live by imagination,

Can I truly be said to live at all. 

I want my book of life to be, 

The simplest, clearest, frankest play, 

I have the power to think creating to make it. 

For I to encourage you to function imaginatively, 

That you may open your pineal gland's eye,

Inwards into the worlds of great ideal thought. 

I am come that they might have life,

And that they have life more abundantly. 

The abundant life that Christ promises,

Is mind to experience now,

Feeling the sense of Christ, as my imagination,

Can we experience it. 

Christ in me, come the faith of glory,

Being my imagination. 

Every spirit is Mary birthing Christ to Live. 

O, could thy heart be a manger for his birth,

God will once more become a child on earth. 

Father, reveal thy Son, Me. 

Great for you, my imagination as Christ within,

Unveil my spiritual heart to divine creation.

My mind becomes Bethlehem,

My thoughts the fertile manger,

Awaiting the birth of infinite possibility.

You are the child born anew each moment,

The living Word made flesh,

Expressing life abundantly through imagination's boundless power.

To live imaginatively is to embody Christ,

Breathing forth worlds, crafting reality,

Opening the pineal eye to inward sight,

Revealing the kingdom within.

Come life becoming clear, simple, James testament—

A book of days scribing boldly by my belief,

Inscribing every courageous imagining,

Empowering by divine promise, manifesting truth.

God once more becomes child on earth

In you, through me—

My eternal loving Christ, the imagination incarnate,

Born to bring abundant life into being.

Father, indeed, revealing His Son—

In my living imagination,

In my bold creative acts,

In my envisioning of infinite possibility.

I am the revelation you seek—

Christ in you, the hope in faith being glory.





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