The eagle displays My Majesty
With plush Robes I cover them
I see My Glory near and a distance there
I delight in its facets, as emeralds, rubies
There is no glory that seats above Me
The clouds display My posterity
Swelled with Goodness, outpour at Will
Rolling over all the nations
Victoriously galloping on , thunderous peals
From My center I outpoured
My facets, set as carbuncle and onyx and opal
I guarded them with a covering cherub
With sparkling, precious stones My heart was full
Before the foundation of the world
I secured My Glory and poured
I set It to multiply in Eden
By My Spirit, By My Word
Man and Woman in Our own image
My precious Heart taken Form
To multiply in all of My facets
It was My Glory they wore
The cherub that covered them at the first
Came envious, with scorn
At My Glory, at My Magesty
At the precious Stones of My Heart adorned
I kept My heart in The Garden
I visited them oft
I gave them all My fruit to eat
To reflect Me for all of eternity
There also was the tree
reserved for My enemy
of the judgement he would eat
of every malice in his own heart
Was he destined to defeat
The fruit of that tree, his alone to eat
I poured My heart into the Garden
And there gave them My Goodness and his judgement to keep
My enemy slithered toward my Treasure
In the Garden My heart came acquainted with grief
The whole earth I drowned in it
Save for Noah and his sheep
Before the foundation of the world
I made that My Heart would keep
In My only Son would My Heart return to Me
Again as in Eden
I came to linger with them
I found My own recognized Me not
I came to them as I Am
They called Me blasphemous
They sought My life
I came before My enemy
In the ones who had My Heart
Before the foundation of the world
I spoke My Heart would keep
In My only Son I would forgive them
And return them back to Me
I sent My Word to look like them
That they would again behold themselves in Me
As them I fulfilled the wrath of My broken heart
My enemy's testimony was again his alone to eat
I hung at Calvary
that the judgement be not upon them
I bowed My head and descended to Sheol
The Father Rose Me up again
My exalted body with holes in My hands, My side, and My feet
My Heart is restored to Me
As precious setting of jade and agate and quartz
Now seated at My Right hand
For eternally joyous course
The wrath upon My enemy is secured
his very worse fear fulfilled
The judgement that he holds nothing in Me
True Love outpour, as shimmering turquoise
As white hot fire, Forever received and pure