I went into the time machine,
Just again, to examine.
I beheld Him who formed
Everything, and it was good,
Including the first man and woman,
Whom He adorned with glory
And placed within a garden.
Then, as I was about to step out,
I saw they went against the law
Of Him who fed them.
They were led out of the garden.
Yet, something enthralling happened:
He clothed them.
Traveling further, I saw him
Whose hands smelled of blood and hatred,
Yet a mark of mercy was upon him.
An old couple, who had no heir
Yet believed in Him, got a son,
And became a father of a multitude.
And there was this cunning shepherd
Who needed a change, wrestled with the Creator,
And gained a new status.
A young boy, trapped by his brethren,
Enslaved and betrayed,
Yet it played out for their good,
For the brothers and the world.
The stubborn generation,
Who had to see to believe,
Who doubted more often than most,
Were clothed in glory, fed, nurtured,
And protected.
And then the Messiah,
Who took the pains of those living
And those yet to be born,
To bring back peace
Between the One who formed everything
And us.
And presently, nations enjoy His sacrifice,
And those who don't still partake
Of His mercy.
My examination in the time machine
Is this: The One who formed the world is good,
Always good and forever good.
He is God, the Maker of heaven and earth.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
I went into the time machine,
Just again, to examine.
I beheld Him who formed
Everything, and it was good,
Including the first man and woman,
Whom He adorned with glory
And placed within a garden.
Then, as I was about to step out,
I saw they went against the law
Of Him who fed them.
They were led out of the garden.
Yet, something enthralling happened:
He clothed them.
Traveling further, I saw him
Whose hands smelled of blood and hatred,
Yet a mark of mercy was upon him.
An old couple, who had no heir
Yet believed in Him, got a son,
And became a father of a multitude.
And there was this cunning shepherd
Who needed a change, wrestled with the Creator,
And gained a new status.
A young boy, trapped by his brethren,
Enslaved and betrayed,
Yet it played out for their good,
For the brothers and the world.
The stubborn generation,
Who had to see to believe,
Who doubted more often than most,
Were clothed in glory, fed, nurtured,
And protected.
And then the Messiah,
Who took the pains of those living
And those yet to be born,
To bring back peace
Between the One who formed everything
And us.
And presently, nations enjoy His sacrifice,
And those who don't still partake
Of His mercy.
My examination in the time machine
Is this: The One who formed the world is good,
Always good and forever good.
He is God, the Maker of heaven and earth.