IN HONOUR OF THE ONE WHO LOVES

Wrapped in swaddling clothes

You seemed ordinary

But the earth and it's cosmic force loudly pronounced your kingship

You weren't born to rule

You already ruled long before the foundation of the earth

You were born for me

Compressed into human size

Just so my limited mind may comprehend your worth

When you touched me

It was the dance for all eternity

Your gentle strokes re-wrote my destiny

You only are my ecstasy

The definition of true value

Read: When We Call Him Abba

You are the inestimable jewel of zion

The hope of all mankind

It's to disaster that men reject your identity as Son of God

And to call you His son is partly true about your identity

For we know that you are God himself

You are the Firstfruit of the father

The first-born of the living

The hope of the age to come

And my guarantee of royalty on earth

Read: Is Jesus Really the Only Way to God?

When you wave your hand

The sea roars

When you blink your eyes

All flesh seize to exist

Because in you is life and that life is the Light of men

You are the ripple pleasures my soul embraces

The fantasy of religion but the unequal truth and reality of those who acknowledge you as God

To be loved by you is priceless

To be owned by you is of inestimable worth

You are the sparkle in my eyes

The pleasure of my soul and yes of my body

For it decays in corruption until the trumpet blast on which I shall be changed

Changed, changed to become like you

You are a worthy king

Beloved of the father

Slained before the foundation of the earth

Slained for my justification

The price of my worth

No degree of pleasure or bouts of ecstasy

can compare to the break of dawn when I awake in your arms

Read: Diplomacy or Denial

Tree of life

Garden of pleasure

The beginning

The End

The father's untold story

The consummation of God and man

I stand complete in you

Head of principalities and powers

Ruler of all ages

The crown and cocoon of creation

Annie Adores you

Mystery of the father revealed in me

#AnneChristSeries

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