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God is Eternal
by
Alice C. Bateman
Jesus is a young man in the Hierarchy of Heaven
Who could sculpt a mountain with His Hand?
Who build a crystal goblet out of sand?
Who teach the oceans how to reach the shore?
If God retired, and left to us this land.
This Planet that He's Given us
He Made with His Own Hands
As you would wield a hammer
Hold a paint brush, tend your land
Yes Jesus walked on water,
Healed the sick and raised the dead
Where did the life flow come from
That he placed upon their head?
It came from God The Father
Who just gets no respect
The One who made the Water
On which our Jesus stepped
The One who sent the energy
That let our Jesus heal
The energy that's here for us
If we would only feel
The Father is Eternal
He's been here for a long time
He thinks we need reminding
Of a quiet, peaceful time
The time spent in the Garden
Before the snake appeared
And introduced the concepts
Of sin and lust and greed
Seducing a young woman
With charm and guile and sleaze
Kind of like a salesman
Always trying to please
Seducing now the whole wide world
With pornography and smut
Killing unborn babies
This gate, it must be shut
There is a gate that's open
The gate into the lair
Of the ugly horned nameless one
The one who makes us swear
The one who, if you use his name
Will come into your space
Never, never say his name
Don't call to him your face
It's how he gathers power
From people calling him
It's how he gathers power
By making people sin
And we, if we should speak his name
We do invite him in
To pull his pranks and mischief
Within our own domain
But he does not have any power
Over life or death
He merely can harass us
With pain and failing health
But if we use the energy
That God has given us
We can begin to help ourselves
If we in God would trust
Hold your left palm toward Heaven
As if to catch the rain
Gently cup your fingers
A power you will gain
The channelling of energy
Is easy and its quick
You believe in electricity
Although you can't see it
Your right hand can distribute
The God's Light that you gain
You can safely use it
To try to help your pain
Try it, it might help you
And what is there to lose
Only pain and suffering
It is for you to choose
Sometimes I question the words that come out of my own head, because I myself am in very intense pain every single day – do I choose to be this way? I really doubt it…. Maybe the choice I meant is the choice to follow God or the adversary… My choice always has been and always will be God. Alice
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