Ubiquitous

Through the ages by way of old faded pages an eternal word has been spoken... Hope enters a weary world that's long been soiled and broken; A cry heard, a need met, an answer given, in a message sent from where all is understood, in a Word that surpasses time, and goes straight to the heart of all mankind; 777 endless echoes come prophesying wailing from an incomprehensible depth far beyond where angels stand singing the ancient song; The completion of the vision from whence was first given, the divine workings of the holiest-heart fully grasping every bit and part, the great and mighty plan even unto the salvation of mortal man; The all encompassing all embracing deep mystery of awe and wonder, the cleansing of rain the charge of lightning and the power of thunder; The purity and love of the first born cry, the muscle and strength of the workers as they try, the hope, faith and trust of the elderly so near to die; The stars scattered throughout the cosmos from one dark end to the other, the depth of joy pouring from the heart of a lover, the life blood given and shared connecting all as sisters and brothers; The chunk of orbiting ice at the far end of the galaxy, the tired traveller asleep in the backseat of a taxi, the walking wounded desolately covered in fear and anxiety; The setting sun, the quiet tongue the wayward dog, always on the run; The souls mysterious deep, the wisdom certain words are able to speak, the reason we live, and the life we all seek; What is all this, and so much more? Who is the One standing out there gently knocking at our door? Who in every speck of this is forever entwined and has been through it all, since the beginning of time? The only true ubiquitious One, when all is said and done. The holy Christ - God's own son.