God has become viewed by us as less than the truth.
Given a face and a wrath makes your God Corruptible and therefore not absolute.
A true God has nothing to envy and nothing to gain or to lose,
Only understood by himself as a force but for us given a different view.
The Creator of the cosmos bestowed to those who earn it Grace.
A mind within the soul with truth and good accordingly to fate.
The works we knowingly do causes an effect to take shape,
Our creation came with contingencies when we stray from the evolutionary way.
When we pray do understand it's merely to a mind and not the one who makes, how we pray and meditate could use a more thorough debate.
To be spiritual is to know God within and the true way,
The communion of people in worship was never proof of mans faith.
The Maker who can only do works we know as good,
The highest of the pendulum that is rarely understood.
Know that all that exist runs parallel to what could, this form with this mind capable of grasping what's misunderstood.
We a species are to attached to what we have and have not bought.
Committing passions irredeemable causing your very soul decay and fault,
Truth and transmute to reach the next body that most will be brought to a halt.
Deep down we forgot the planets flee as fast as a passing thought.
I a speck in a sea of time seek what's normally never sought.
A wanderer of the makers creations admiring the existence God actively thought.
The Maker is a living force and also the cause of everything in sight.
We acknowledge the maker from the creations and the chances of things that might.
Know man isn't the highest form of being from the Creator, nor have we reached the peak of our potential heights. Yet we are also known to the maker, since our beginnings from our past, presently into our future life.
