The Fairy Tale Turned To Fables.
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is rusty. “OUR” Carriage is turned to a pumpkin. The bumpkins rule the land. Prince charming is a beast. The silver slipper doesn’t fit, we’re to fat. The battle of the fittest is dead and we’re all that’s left. We’ve evolved into this. We’re not as smart as we thought.
“OUR” Father is not mocked, we reap what we sow and it’s a whirlwind out there. Even the hanging judge will have to admit you can’t kill all the Saints and escape ignoring so great salvation. Faith of “OUR” Fathers never died, even Grandma who never learned how To Pray “BE”lives we’ll never perish.
All the babies that died who would have lived for You are not here to “BE” “OUR” helper in time of trouble. We are left to “OUR” own devices. Only those named after “OUR” Father survive. “Christ-ones” are resurrected from the dead to “BE” named above all names “BE”ing “Hallowed” just like those already in Heaven.
Your will is completed in us. It is finished. The debt of love has been paid fully. We are free to “BE” all You’ve made us to “BE”, rescued from the grave, snatched from the fire. We shout, “Hallelujah!”
We are delivered from the evil one, that deceiver who would destroy all that is Sacred. “OUR” Father has restored us bodily to “BE” forever more “Glorious!”
What constitutes an endless economy? What power on earth can do that for a thousand years? Fear; coming back here again is all. We stand alive in awe of Him who demonstrates His love for us while we were dead in sin, “Christ died” for us. “Priceless!”