3 in one. An entity so transcendent, immanent, and interdependent on the relationship between a maker and creator. For we are created to create, a flow of the Spirit. One that envelops and develops a lifestyle so grand, the walls of a church will not be able to stand. For a Spiritual revolution is about to take place. “Set sail, and baton the hatches!” This boat of apathetic Christianity is about to capsize. Downing in a sea to compromise and chastise the wake of our demise. Daily there is a need to baptize what we once know, and wake up to what is to come. The Holy Spirit. A forgotten God. Without a divine unction; our praise falls like frost, Heart preaching enflames the cost. His Spirit is not dead but alive and well, and as a Christ follower? We are called to dwell on the fact that it is the very, Life to our breath, The casket for death, Stop the press, cause we are engaging in a holy expectancy. What now do we do but run from this ground. Letting the spirit transform, not the other war around. Teaching, Guiding, Forever leading into truth, initiating response from a beacon of broken youth. Let us band together glorifying the Spirit, the Father, and the Son, professing the three in one. Don’t you dare stop me I’m not close to being done. Why do Christians run from something they declare to be dumb. If our spirit touches Spirit. Than a divine fire has already begun. To heal the sick of disease and bring the broken to their knees. Conviction is the art of growth, and I am here to testify that I lay my life to this oath. If the Spirit is an act of restoration, and transformation, proclaiming Christ's name among the nations, giving each of us a vocation to bring love not manipulation. Then it is of God. Do i need to give qualification to an act of purification? Or an inspiration to an act of recreation? I didn’t think so, it is of God. Giving freedom to the chained, keeping the absence of light restrained. Providing strength for the trained. His Spirit, Our God.

"The dove descended breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error The only hope, or else despair, Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre To be redeemed from fire by fire." - T.S. Elliot. Oh, revive this soul, to walk anew and make me whole, Our praise falls like the frost, enflame this cost, and aid control. "Who then devised the torment of Love? Love is the unfamiliar name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove We only live, only suspire. Consumed by either fire or fire." - T.S. Elliot.

Breathe in, Breathe out. The earth was formless and void. created not destroyed. Suddenly Overjoyed. Breathe in, Breathe out. Your spirit hovered over the deep. Restoration took a leap. When we awoke from our sleep. Breathe in, Breathe out. In your likeness, we were created. Our status suddenly elevated. Our royal hood awaited. Eye's flutter, Spine shivers, Voice stutters, peace like a river. Not knowing through this conception of the divine, we bring a perception of grace. We awake from our slumber, as masterpieces on display for the heavenly realm to praise. The breath that breathed in life, born into a land of light. The presence of something real is now engrained in our nature. The presence of something real is now engrained in our nature. The presence of something real is now engrained in our nature.