* Jesus, pray for me [to God Your Father, and mine]
YO YO YOOOOOOO! MY PARTY PEOPLES! MERRY HO HO HO! HO HO HO HOOOOO! (RALPHIE!!!!) CHRISTMAS MY PEEPS! AYO SON! PEOPLES THINK CHRISTMAS IS ALL BOUT MARY'S FIAT, LET IT BE DONE TO ME, OR WHATEVA WHATEVA - AND THATS COOL - BIG UP TO MY MOMMA MARY UP IN H EAVEN AND ALL, BUT WORD LIFE SON! THE REAL MIRACLE, THE REAL FIAT, WAS JESUS' JOINT SON!
THINK ABOUT IT, REEL HARD....THE REAL MIRACLE OF THE FIAT WASNT A SINLESS CHILD BORN FROM A SINLESS WOMB - NO NO NOOOO..
IT WAS THAT JESUS WOULD SAY YES TO US, AND COME DOWN FROM COMFY HEAVEN AND INHABIT A DIRTY DEPLORABLE EARTH!
THE REAL FIAT IS ABOUT THE CHILD SAYING YES TO COME OUT THE WOMB, PEEPZ!
--------/A Broken World Perfect. Jesus is A Good Dude (Pt2): Jesus' Fiat
Praise in heaven pertinacious piety from elders and archangels
not loud enough to prevent the piercing
pleas of the penurious pained
promised a better life (one day, a Savior)
or memories of the placid:
My Spirit Hovering over waters of Perpetual Philanthropy
My wisdom abetting me asking
to create a chosen, charmed species capable of choices
charity, caprice
free to love, or hate not constrained, but consensually
the emblem of all we cherished - True Love
we created the world, we loved it all
it was good
I created the Bright Morning Star as a memento of my undying loyalty
effulgent. excellently emoting my endearing affection for man
everywhere
exceptionally well - never equivocating
harmony abounded. the vibrancy of tree colors celestial calm
resplendent rivers romanticizing, dazzling stones, diamonds, dynamic
melodies mild majestic breezes, stately
heartwarming intimacy conversations
with the saints of yesterday - Moses, Abraham Enoch,
Elijah laughing, infectious smile
but peering down, dank dreary dire clouds of sin create a dark myst
before my throne
darkness hatred of the sun
the souls of women are screaming for salvation
from the sordid slavery of self destruction/Satan
the acrimonious blood of Cain, Jephthah's daughter, Stephen, Isaiah
once a slight smell
now a stench
fire blazes from earth smog, soot, sinister smoke rises
my people need help
the dilapidated diseased damaged world
has arrived at the fullness of its corruption
(and the pinnacle of its influence: Roman Rule)
I must leave
the sanguine security of sovereign Spirit
and put on decaying rotting flesh
to redeem it forever
to redeem what was ripped from their hands robbed
restore dignity and sanity to a race of beings bifurcated and brutish
on the brink of losing themselves
in their own hatred of love of hedonism languishing
before judgment
perishing with minds maladroit malicious bodies
fully aware in doing so I must meet
the Destroyer
Death Dangles his Dastardly Sword
reaching his hand up to greet me
fingers touching the back of his palms beckoning
(wine mixed with vinegar)
------/Luke 1:30-38
And the angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end." And Mary said to the angel, "How will this be, since I am a virgin?" And the angel answered her, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be called holy-the Son of God. And behold, your relative Elizabeth in her old age has also conceived a son, and this is the sixth month with her who was called barren. For nothing will be impossible with God." And Mary said, "Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word." And the angel departed from her.
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