Amidst a realm of infinite scale a son was born by two. A man and a woman of form beholden brought forth this child anew. A son he was from light above, a family tree to see. This family tree, from whence he be, spans infinite eternity.
Look down a road on either side and follow it for miles. Keep driving still, up and over hills, the odometer does dial. Now take that road and stretch it forth past galaxies per hour. Soon you’ll see just what it means, a family tree transpired.
A thousand years a child learns, then a thousand more to boot. It’s not bragging, just honest lagging, for time is nothing moot. This family spanning wondrous landings of unimaginable creation, is nothing more than a child brought forth in love for all expanding.
The family before is experts in the creationary ways. From long before this child was bore his ways were sowed by many. His ancestors be this family tree of creators of time lost told. For the old of told is his learnings sold from elders birthed of bold.
For there came a day when what was passed to be brought to fruition’s door. His instructions were to be with Earth and guide her loving ways. So forth he went and did what meant the creationary ways. He multiplied and quantified the birthing gifts due worth.
What came about with time’s due bout was unimaginable indeed. For expansion grew, a family anew, did add to the family tree. A promise received is a promise to give was his ultimate due mission. For eternal life for all that arrived was a promise without remission.
For aeons is but a day away a heart of love does know. Put forth that love without rebut and it comes back in full row. A God he be, this Son of ease, his ways of ever show. For all who know the story go to the name of Jesus told.
He’s just a Son you see. He too is family. A wife he has, children too, he built a family tree. For God he is and thus you are a child of Jesus named. There is no one from dusk til dawn who hides from birthright’s reign.
The rising sun does tell the tale of a promise once received. Pass it along, this thing called love, for everyone is saved. The family tree belongs to he who gives it away for free. A loving home, a place of old, for all in eternity.
Zoltan Blue 