The Heavens broke open in rain, and each drop descended as a living thought, a syllable of the Eternal Word. They gathered into a river where time dissolves, and the gravity of humankind rises only when it lifts the truth of God in trembling awe.
I beheld mysteries long hidden: Man birthing what he never knew, Father standing beside Son, Mother crowned in pride, A King ascending through stages of majesty, Healing prepared in his hands.
A child became a Prophet, A Prophet bowed to Heaven alone, And an unnamed presence stirred— Neither Lord nor King, Yet woven into destiny.
The Prophet extended the Blessing of God to the President, And I understood how fear becomes sonship, How worship becomes lineage, How Father, Mother, and Child become the first trinity of love.
Children, honor your parents. Parents, honor your children. Thus shall every home become a sanctuary.
And in the days of Tribulation, The faithful became lanterns, Illuminating the unseen, Revealing hearts and minds, Until the Light of Heaven shone again Without road, without hour, Only love.
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