Who am I?

I am the way!

What more is there that I can say?

For your regrets, I did pay.

You never more should go astray.

Who am I?

I am the way!

All around you that is here;

the home you love is heaven's sphere.

I created night and day.

Who am I?

I am the way!

Everything! The grand beginning!

Lost and found is never ending!

Trials, fortune, come what may:

Who am I?

I am the way!

O, birds of the trees
and mice of the hills

on the wings of the breeze
come the seldom felt chills.

Open your eyes.
Look to the skies.

The wind whistle cries

of the visit.

Lay down your strife
O, men of the land.

A beauty of life
is swiftly at hand.

Breathe in the air.
Breathe out your care.

In this, you prepare

for the visit.

O, come winds of might!
O, come clouds of gray!

Bring down the white:
brighten dismay!

Lay on the scene.
Make it serene.

Let silence be seen

in the visit.

The Tom who died
filled me with life

for he was alive.

A walking, glowing candle

He shined his light on me.

A morphed, spent pool of wax I was-
looking up to see

What life could be.

He tipped his tall shaft

and

drip, drip, drip, drip.

I was truly taller.

His light was beautiful

but he was tall, I was small.

drip, drip, drip, drip.

His presence made me rise.

drip, taller, drip, taller

he built me with every drip

until

I was as tall as him.

Fading was his
beautiful light

level with my tip.

drip, drip, drip, bump.

He tipped me just a bit.

And breathed into my tip

a flame

as beautiful as his.

Fading, fading
out he went.

His glowing fire of life
is now in me.

Looking down below,

I see a pool of
spent out wax.

drip, drip, drip, drip.

The Tom who died lives on.

The times of life of change and chance
have never been a passing glance.
And, even though I never know
what pain may come, it sounds the drum.
I hear the beat, and have to dance!

The happiness confounds the grief
in times of life when there's relief.
Yet, still behind the peace of mind
there sits the snares or mortal cares
which, often, can confound belief!

Welcome! Welcome! Trials and pain:
The pow'rs we feel against us wane.
Let's not forget that they are met
in battle's strife, to uphold life,
in times we lose, and times we gain!

Eventually, our bodies die...
But, 'til that point, we'll laugh and cry!
And, conquer death: That final breath
that through our lives, our joy revives
and goes with us to worlds on High!

The time is now, against the tears,

to garner up the valor:

To stand against your deepest fears

within your darkest hour.

The time is now to fight the doubt

that resonates within:

The sweet escape, with no way out,

where tragedies begin.

The time is now to give away:

Abundances to share.

For, broken are the hearts today

of people in despair.

The time is now to fill your heart

for, what a tragedy:

to rise above, to do your part

and yet remain empty!

As God of all endows a Host;

The power of the Holy Ghost

will teach you truth and testify

of the things that matter most.

Search and seek: Watch and pray.

Let gratitude fulfill your day.

For, doing these shall make it so;

The things that matter most to know!

Endeavor with the human mind

eternal truth and worth to find.

In every effort, do your best.

Exalt your work above the rest!

Train your temper soft, and well.

Always hesitate to yell.

Be a kind and loving friend:

Be remembered in the end!

Stand for what you know is right:

Shine your never-failing light!

Never seek to harm or hate;

Rather, seek the narrow gate!

Live a chaste and virt'ous life.

Let your modesty be rife!

Endow the earth with virtues lost.

Restoring good has priceless cost!

Remember...Go, and testify

of the things that matter most!

Of what Gods make, there is no end.
That pow'r was wrought in deeps and space.
Those pow'rs endowed on High to trend
created worlds, and stars, and race.

Elohim, Eternal Father,
Noble God of night and day
orchestrates the Holy Grandeur
where His purpose would display....

'Let there be light, and darkness too.
Let land, and water separate.
Adorn the flow'rs and grass with dew
that, thereby, they may germinate.

Hills and mountains, woods and fields
let us form upon the plain:
Homes for beasts and other yields
for grounds to multiply and reign.

And, underneath it, in the deep;
Seldom where a beast will see,
Let the waters be the keep
of the creatures of the sea.

And now, My Greatest Hosts on High,
in our image, let us make
The Testament of Living by
creating man for glory's sake!

For, behold, this is my glory
and, also shall it be my plan:
To bring forth immortality
and eternal life to man.

At last, before they come back home
and live with me eternally:
They must exalt, and pure become
or else they can not dwell with me!