UNCHAINING TRUTH

 

What breaks when God’s word bends to man?

History groans—faith turns to sand.

Wars ignite, and love runs thin,

As twisted creeds let hate creep in.

 

Early hands held raw scrolls tight,

Wild and pure as morning light.

Yet time’s blade carved both lie and loss,

Truth shackled—bound beneath the gloss.

 

Acts 3:21 softly pleads:

Apokatastasis—what the spirit needs.

Restore the cracks, unmask the lies,

Let SEAL 1 burn through disguise.

 

Scripture crowned not truth, but throne—

Power pressed flesh into stone.

Greek pneuma—spirit, vast and free—

Was caged as “He” for Trinity.

 

Elohim—gods, a plural flame—

Shrunk to one, and dogma came.

Esther’s tale, a fragile thread,

Spun from air, yet hearts were led.

 

And deeper still, mistranslations brewed—

Sinful bias cloaked as “good.”

A single slip, a sharpened spear—

Love cast to fear (see SEAL 5).

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So here we stand, a forked path drawn:

Hold to creeds that crack at dawn,

Or dig for bedrock—hearts unsealed,

Where truth, not pride, is the revealed.

 

The seven seals? Not answers neat,

But chisels breaking stone conceit.

Each chip away the rusted crust,

Till humble faith is all we trust.

 

SEAL 1 burns clear:

• The Bible’s flawed—but seeking mends.

• Love outlives religion’s ends.

• Faith’s not in words lined and neat, but in each broken, humble step we meet.

 

Now’s the hour.

Break the seal—let pride release.

Unchain the truth—unveil the peace.