I saw through the fair breeze, upon the trees, far back in the winds of time,
The beauty possessed by Our Eternal’s, Rhythm and Rhyme.
Skeptic is I, as I past through time, seeking so hard to understand the rhyme.
What now I see, is what has kept us all blind, how can we believe, God’s rhythm, God’s rhyme?
Less we Believe, from where we seek it from, to find.
The pain in our heart , it is so near it, you will find.
The Nous is the reason, for your pain, and the blind,
It is who we are, from the beginning of time.
There is more that meets the eye, of God’s Rhythm, God’s Rhyme,
Kept in the dark, by the foes of time.
Like unto a sheet, in the winds, torn by time,
We read, The Words of His Grace, Go Find.
Why words to confound us, and split all our race?
When will we catch up, to God’s Understanding? What grace,
Why, no One is right yet, or understands, their place!
I saw in the Heavens, a dangerous face, set out to destroy U,S, here in our place.
What overcame, the perfect Eagle, Up in the Northern sky?
Out of the west, came this horrible lie,
A creature so disgusting, I ran, did I.
Seeking the truth, in numbers, though the message slipped I,
Till I read it somewhere else, and It opened my eye.
Pointing toward the facts, that it all caught my eye,
as something is at work, beyond, in the sky.
We are only pawns, to a Government of lie’s,
spawned, only by hatred, of other men, of High.
Rhyme , for no reason, wallows, out of tune in time.
Seeking, all there is to seek, is understanding our mind.
Stand fast, therefore, in our Liberty,
wherewith the Eternal, has made us free,
Not, Entangled again, by the yoke of Bondage,
We are free.
Who, under the truth, but unto Christ, can set us free?
The Light, unto God, by His own Son, He can see,
As Christ, is His Light, through all eternity.
I saw through the fare breeze, upon the trees, far back in the winds of time,
I caught a peace, of the riddle, the rhyme.
Torn, are the pages, of truth I find,
But not missing from our planet,
But from our acceptance, I find.
Deep, in the Nous, was the answer,
You Will Find,
Seeking, with peace, in your Minds Heart,
Except Him, in your mind,
Not one of us here, need, to remain, still blind.
It takes time to seek,
Do not except answers from a man,
but your mind,
From that, all you seek in prayer, you’ll find.
Knowledge, is upon the shelf,
Love your neighbor, then your-self,
Find Eternal Life, Eternal Wealth.
Our Knowledge, is Our Freedom,
There is no bank that holds that wealth,
Nor is all The Truth, upon,
A one, and only shelf.