The Children Of God

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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Intelligence is a divine light Glowing in all directions Whatever torch it holds travels Throughout space and time And orbits, a spiritual realm That transcends all elements Of our; so-called knowledge So that is why we are called. The Children of God From germ cell to a molecule From mineral-to-atom All matter and anti-matter Can never be - destroyed. So that is why we are called. The Children of God Whatever collides together? Is transformed, moulded a new. Each with the energy to energize A star and cause a core reaction In the body of that living star Alive or dead, that star is you So that is why we are called. The Children of God Your life's end - doesn't supplicate No new beginnings end: That is only for the flesh The Subterranean, diviners climatic So the rains decent is in order Of his ascent to look over us So that is why we are called.

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