Echoes Of His Heart

God’s existence

is wrapped in layers of enigmas.

For some,

it carries stigmas.

The creation of time—

a mystery.

For His Beloved,

a beautiful history.

A spoken word,

or a big bang?

I believe it all happened

because His heart sang—

melodically

weaving our DNA.

His heart yearned

for companionship.

Friends created

in His perfect image.

Ones to give ownership.

Ones to co-create.

Ones to fill with love,

not hate.

Ones to name

each animal and star.

Ones to trust,

never wandering far.

But in one moment,

separation existed—

breathed in by a lie

from the darkness of hate.

All was not lost.

His grand plan

already in place.

A butterfly

flaps its wings.

God’s ultimate love

pours upon the earth.

All creation sings.

Born into our realm,

the Redeeming King.

From the Heavens above

to the depths of hell,

His Spirit came—

and humbled deaths grip,

we must listen well.

The One who stands

above all.

The One

who will never fall.

The One

who will never drop the ball.

Issued the day He came—

the plan.

The plan of hope.

And upon this Rock,

we stand.