The climax has reached its
abruptly open. The body
summit. The fallen have
violently gasps its first breath
reached a point of clamor and
and moments later, softly says,
riotousness within its camp.
“Abba”.
Who knows what’s next with
God’s making? They sense the
atmosphere altering. And in
God’s perfect timing, as if He
was waiting for the cells, blood,
nerve endings and all the infinite
details that keep man physically
alive, the eyes of His image
With a hostile piercing
roar, the fallen cry out, “God has
released His most glorious
composition! More glorious than
all that He has created. The
music, songs and worship from
this mud man will be superior to
our Lucifer.”
Psalm 139:13-16(AMP)
13
For You did form my inward parts; You did
knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14
I
will confess and praise You for You are
fearful and wonderful and for the awful
wonder of my birth! Wonderful are Your
works, and that my inner self knows right
well.
P67
15
My frame was not hidden from You