The time traveler

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Not so long ago

In this very real world

There came a time traveler

A heavenly child

In the clothing of flesh

Just like you and me

No, this is not a fairy tale

He really came

He live a life as a human

He lived in a body

He lived like us

But he was still the time traveler

This world was not his world

He was from another time and place

The size and shape can always be changed

Dimensions are disillusions

But he was still, deep inside, the maker of the stars

He was part of the universe'a song

The old, perfect song from the beginning of it all

He was the source of the melody

Yes, I am telling the truth

The Creator, the center

Transformed into the created

The imperfect edge

He came from the perfect

He was the perfect

He is the perfect

The traveled through all of time and space

To this spinning speck of dust

He entered the limits of time

And he spoke of things we could not grasp

He came to live with us

He came to die

Every great hero dies

Most times we never hear about it

But it still happens

And it happened to this time traveler

He surrendered

Gave up all power

Let the darkness win

Let evil take over

And for three long days and nights

The world turned very black

And heaven cried

Then the light broke!

The space and time traveler,

The shape shifter

The wisdom speaker

Was also a death conqueror!

He killed death

He was victorious over the dark

He was not held by physics

Time, spac, light, energy

He had created,

He could change

He used them to bring the future into the now

The wonderful time traveler

Rose up from nothing and into eternity

He took away time

Only to leave us with a future beyond imagination.

Now we are time travelers.

We are wisdom speakers.

We are space defiers.

We are shape shifters.

We are death conquerors.

We are eternal in a world of time.

We are the song from creation

The song of the beginning.

The song of forever.

Perfect,

even as our Father which is in heaven is perfect.


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