A Constant Spin

A Constant Spin


A whirlwind started early as a gentle spin. This spinning top unwound by a strong yank on a string of faith to twirl erect after pulled this cord again and again.

Sometimes seeming to toggle, falter in life's seasons. Winter's chill, Spring's showers, Summer's heat and or thunder or any variety of unknown reasons to stop the whirl. To fall beneath the extreme weight of it all.

But designed we were to eternally pirouette in joy
a girl or boy. To dance a happy dance in step or tune before a settled glorious Son or rising full or partial moon glowing a path on a river's surface to ripple gentle when a pebble fed.

To ponder it all as upon a Rock we find support to peer into waters shallow to deep rushing, gushing, cleansing, upending stones of falsity spurning.

Our hearts to burn as we meditate upon 'truths' learned from the 'Ancient of Days'. As rapport we find with others enjoying cavorting under Theocracy's reign of righteousness. No longer by arrogant ones disdained as one and all call confidently upon the Almighty's name forever.

Yes, into eternity, since paid the price, Christ. By his blood Jah purchased obedient mankind, impartially, we were obtained. They loved us before we even became offspring of Adam--our forefather, who sin sadly claimed. Centuries ago spun in a moment of tragic treason.

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