Trinity of Trinities

Man says he can’t ‘see God—

God says he can’t NOT.

Creation’s the canvas

of the GOOD work He’s wrought.

They ask,

“Then who madxxe God?”

Who says He’s created—

“I Am” He told Moses

That’s How it was Stated

Divinity from Infinity in the form of the Trinity

His Creation is Made of

Three main things, I’ve heard

Seems Creation cant help but reflect its LORD.

but if you don’t believe me,

let’s look at the WORD:

Genesis 1:1

In The Beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth.

I know you’ve heard that before.

but did you catch that triad,

in the Created world?

In the beginning— that's TIME,

past, present, and future..

God created the heavens—that's SPACE,

length, width, height—

and the earth—that's MATTER,

solid, liquid, gas.

Time. Space. Matter.

a TRINITY of TRINITIES created by The Trinity.

He created ALL.

He said, “LET US—

Holy Spirit, Father, Son—

make man in OUR own image,

The world was made by HIM—

the LIGHT of man,

come down from Heaven

to fulfill His PLAN.

The Father—PLEASED by the Son;

Holy Spirit over Him hovered,

like a dove later on—

but on DAY ONE—

over the water of Creation—

Trinity of Trinities

Everything made to worship HIM.

Yet men of dust refuse to PRAISE:

“I don’t see Him,” they say.

Joke’s on YOU—

when you draw BREATH,

you utter His NAME:

Yahweh.

Yahweh.

The SUN that lights your day

went DARK when Christ on the cross was raised.

The AUDACITY

to live like He’s not THERE—

like if He inhaled a breath,

He couldn’t take your AIR.

And then to turn around

when things go WRONG

and say, “that's NOT FAIR,”

when His hands formed you in the womb—

yet bore the nail prints you would BEAR—

if life was fair.

The sea itself went STILL for Him.

At a SINGLE word—

LIQUID became SOLID

beneath His sandaled feet.

Your WICKED denial of His deity is GAS—

of no substance, STINKING

until the moment it PASSES.

Solid.

Liquid.

Gas.

Does it MATTER?

You think He doesn’t see your PAST,

live the PRESENT like it’ll always last—

but a FUTURE day is coming…

and it’s coming fast.

Past.

Present.

Future.

You’re running out of TIME.

You may not praise Him YET—

but you WILL—

when you see His glory

and one day be STILL.

Every EYE will behold,

every KNEE then will bow,

every TONGUE will confess Christ is LORD.

“Now,” you’ll say—

“I repent”

TOO. LATE.

Everything that has breath

already PRAISES His name.

WHO are you

to say you can change His WILL?

Not even the sea THRASHED

when He spoke, “BE STILL.”

Not even DARK prevailed

when He said, “BE LIGHT.”

Not even earth could fight

when He tore Sea from Sky.

He calls the STARS by name—

But YOU make a cuss word out of His name—

Don't forget:

The LENGTH of your life

is predetermined in His GAZE.

WIDE is the gate

that leads to destruction that DAY.

Our God is in the HEIGHTS,

and Christ is the ONLY Way.

Length.

Width.

Height.

That’s the SPACE

of the GREAT GULF

that separates man from GRACE.

Today is the DAY

to seek His FACE.

To say: Christ is LORD

And Believe He was Raised

One with the Father, As the Son,

Holy Spirit

To dwell in us,

that all Creation: Time, Matter, and Space

Would sing His Praise

for Infinity

the

Trinity

of Trinities.