Poetry

What will be done
has been done,
Entering into an existence
that has existed,
Giving and doing things
already always done,
Concerning this; it can't be mistaken,
but if and only if, it's followed His way.

Nothing more... nothing less
serious, couldn't give anything else.
While people be getting confirmations
this one- Yes already confirmed.
It's a life free from doubt,
not conflicted,  seems to understand life's nature.

I tell you...
No longer I,
but Christ, that lives in me.
His blood's insured,
He is the perfect one; so are my becoming...
Once, all things becoming new,
as I surrender; old things passing away.
My blood's insured too
as he immediately now lives in me.

The insured blood entails
dwelling in the secret place of the Most High,
Where He is a sheild for us;
simply put, our protection is assured.
This isn't to say, it will happen,
but that,  it has happened already.

To be insured, is to be certain,
to know without an iota of doubt
that He, in whom you have your being
has covered all you could ever think of- 

Without the shedding of blood,
there cannot be forgiveness of sins.
His blood was given...
Off course,  it satisties!!!
Only the insured blood
Keeps you whole enough.