All have sinned and have fallen short of the glory of God.
Above and within you
Yet we’ve fallen short
Of his/her glory
Made in the image
Yet we’ve fallen short of their glory
Made to the likeness, even.
Wonder if god is
To fall short of the glory of God
But to have the ability of making
Over where and how we spend our time
Not giving back
What was gifted to us
But God is a great and almighty
And greater than the beings they require this of
Must be lonely being God
Imagine going to greet the beings
Of light you love
And immaculately created
Whom are to also create within the place
Set and each time
They do not recognise your voice
But they do take
And they craft
You. Into idols
And worship You through them
But not out of love
But for the very thing quoted to oppose Your essence
God, why can I only see you
In the eyes of children
In the genuine kiss of lovers in spring
When I am six feet deep in pleasure of things
Claimed to be hedonistic
Which I heard was against your rules
You want happy loved up creations?
Serving from a place of love and gratitude
Why is the idea of ‘sacrifice’. A hard pill to swallow.
I have sinned
And have fallen short
Of the glory
Of the energy in inhabit.