May the order and kingship have no end, and not just bound to earth. May the universe be the expanse of loyal subjects to colonize, your works are marvelous and in all my humbleness I speak in riddles not yet foreseen,
Your greatness can’t
be measured in numbers by mere mortals, their existence is like the
dust particles,cosmic drift that have not yet settled, they are lost and have no
direction.
Seek out the
choicest accordingly, may their vibrational drive equate melodies in
your celestial abode, eternity and infinity are your kin.
In labor pains all
the vast expanse declared your glory,
All the commotion
you stir in my soul and not by chance, I keep writing,vigilant and
upright...yet there is a void only you can fill !
I have missed thee
for a thousand year, yet you keep account of every stroke of breath
in my contemptible state, it is my vehement desire to fully stretch
this potter’s vessel...holding a promised resurrection.
(C) right
Raphael G
When the Holy spirit convicts (love,mercy,compassion,undeserving-kindness,long-suffering) a person, it has no where to run.
What the King desires the King gets, there is no point denying that.
For better measures it wont leave me alone. In submission I recognize these activities
as a grand scheme, of a father’s yearn to reconcile with his beloved child.
Day and night it’s like a tug-of-war, yes expressions,gifts woven deep in the sacred chamber (womb) God Almighty work-shop.
The King won’t be denied...I stand convicted and there is healing in that great name !
So here I am... send me, send me I bow to these mysteries only two can consent. In all my humbleness and new beginning stretch this potter’s vessel.
Raphael G
01/05/22
