Greatness has been restored to the one,
The one whom by the sound of his name we find life,
A Life that’s from within the dividing of bone and marrow,
A spirit that has for generations tormented the other one,
The other one whose plans were deeply rooted in deceit,
Deceit that every man shall die and not live to tell the story,
The story of the earth trembling at the sound of a mere dead soul.
Greatness we say has been restored to the one,
We marvel at the works of the other one as if our eyes are blinded,
Blinded by the appearance of a self portrait of pride deposited in the centre of our minds,
Our minds are filled with rage even when our hearts regenerated into a new nature in perfection,
A nature that was and shall forever be in perfect sync with the one,
The one by whom we have found meaning from which we derive our identity in this fallen world,
Our identity was marked for such a time as this when we choose to hunger for the one.
Greatness we say was restored to us,
We have not rightfully stood for the cause of this our new maker,
Our maker with whom the walk of salvation has not yet been simplified to the minds of the wise,
The wise that have in their wisdom sought for the things soon departed,
We have been rendered degenerate in spite of our inward restoration of beauty,
Beauty not of our in born carnality but that born of a union with the one,
The one who says “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall he do also; and greater works than these shall he do; because I go unto my Father” ,
The one called Jesus.