CRUCIBLE

In this chamber of salvation; the hothouse of rebirth, souls stumble in as ones, twos and threes and are surprised by joy.That He who placed the planets, and who set up generators of light, should care to reach down to shabby independents and cradle them into the supernatural crucible.He reveals to them their names penned at the beginning of time, and their heritage reserved for their arrival in the courts of the King.Gently His fingers underpin as they ascend from the layers of confusion and spiritual lies, the stench of their memories are put to rest when He lays out a future that will wipe away every tear.There’s one time for each, where he’s addressed as son, or she as daughter, by a father they never had, in a peace they never knew.At one spark of their consent, reaching arms of fire are ignited, and become their carriage into multi-dimensional life as He yearns for the others yet to come.,/p>