The mantle
I let up, falling down from the pinnacle I stood, a place of safety where all my false identity lies, far as man is concerned he has no victory,. He lifts himself up but falls eventually in the end. The heat, the rain, still much will he engage. The fight continues, the life that never was, a life that withers away, slowly but assuredly. But can a lost man know His way out? In a grave will a dead man fight his undertaker? For he has no hope but to be buried and live no more. The battle he battle he lost, long before he was born. The fight he fought but only to find himself fighting a windstorm.What hope does he have? Who fights for the blind man heading straight to his grave?
The triumphant King, fights the battle, He is the One after all, the messiah that was once prophesied by many prophets, that he will soon return.
He is the one his father once spoke about in the garden, the garden were man fell. The seed that will bruise the serpents head. The serpent in his throne, devouring men and impede his will.
Moreover, the kingdom once entrusted to men, he stole and filled his cup with their blood. The mantle he kept, parading it in the eyes of his followers, filled them with promises while sending their souls to Hades.
But the Son of Man, the root of Jesse's, who is and was, the messiah came to the rescue. He gave the call and the heart of men was his harvest. He had to die to live and to live again and live for man to know life. He was life. He also was the antidote of a dying world. A world dead in trespasses and sins. In his death, he rose and took captives free. He became triumphant in his death and took the mantle from the serpent and gave man eternal life.
I let up, falling down from the pinnacle I stood, a place of safety where all my false identity lies, far as man is concerned he has no victory,. He lifts himself up but falls eventually in the end. The heat, the rain, still much will he engage. The fight continues, the life that never was, a life that withers away, slowly but assuredly. But can a lost man know His way out? In a grave will a dead man fight his undertaker? For he has no hope but to be buried and live no more. The battle he battle he lost, long before he was born. The fight he fought but only to find himself fighting a windstorm.What hope does he have? Who fights for the blind man heading straight to his grave?
The triumphant King, fights the battle, He is the One after all, the messiah that was once prophesied by many prophets, that he will soon return.
He is the one his father once spoke about in the garden, the garden were man fell. The seed that will bruise the serpents head. The serpent in his throne, devouring men and impede his will.
Moreover, the kingdom once entrusted to men, he stole and filled his cup with their blood. The mantle he kept, parading it in the eyes of his followers, filled them with promises while sending their souls to Hades.
But the Son of Man, the root of Jesse's, who is and was, the messiah came to the rescue. He gave the call and the heart of men was his harvest. He had to die to live and to live again and live for man to know life. He was life. He also was the antidote of a dying world. A world dead in trespasses and sins. In his death, he rose and took captives free. He became triumphant in his death and took the mantle from the serpent and gave man eternal life.
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