Dead Man’s Hand

We became slaves to the lust of men and to the men stealers of the altars. We sit on a lonely bench with the specter of death behind us and our life is bleeding out on the ground congealing around our feet. Mixing with the blood of others this has been my whole life and yours. You could lie to me to cover up your nakedness, but you cannot hide the pain in your spirit. I know I hide my pain that men had caused upon me for years. Then the Roman Centurion took a spear and plunged it into the heart of Christ. As it is written His blood flowed out like water. Blood is the spirit of life that only the Creator gives you in the womb, your heart. This is the nucleus of the Cross and Resurrection the mercy to take our pain away for eternity in a twinkling of an eye. I was like you at a young age going around telling people I was a born-again Christian not forsaking the assembly of others with like beliefs. You will walk around proclaiming the miracles in your life to others all your doing is making yourself feel good just putting a band aid on the problem. Man’s gods has always been about making you feel good. I know when you are alone, and the noise of life has gone silent that is when the images of men swirl around in the darkness of your soul and spirit. All you are doing is masking the problem and you sit with others throughout the day that are masking their wounds. Then you assemble at the altars with others that are wounded as you are never hearing the Truth of the Cross. Then you hear that if you backslide that is ok, you just need more faith. Faith is not a tangible object, but the nucleus of faith is revealed through my accounts of my death conjoined with the death of Christ as witness by others. Where there are two there is the Father. Take the two accounts of the Cross and Resurrection and transfigure it in the spirit and embed it into your heart and soul. This is the two witnesses in your life the second coming of Christ the first was revealed in the second verse of Genesis one. The next time Christ comes it will be for judgement against the altars that carried His name in vain and made money off your wounds making you feel good, these are the money changers. You give them your money and they tell you for 20yrs or better that they dug a well in Africa or wherever. Then they sit in multi-million-dollar homes and build their kingdoms off the stripes and wounds that cover your body. You lay in bed crying and sleep evades you.