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BoyGenius
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As most often what I right tends to be vivid. And, just as one post I wrote, wherefore I am oft to be told to keep my feet on the ground. So goes my imagination.
But since this is purely imaginary, and not real. Though I have a seen a load of nonsense on other posts. This is just a dreamland.
But what if…the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who look a leper like Nathan. For by with one of the Prophets, by the Jorden, cured him of leprosy, His flesh was made a new, like that of a child.
The same Christ, Lord, and God who cured the many lepers, and those with other ailments an diseases, also cured them.
The same Lord, for which aging in the Garden before the fall, did not preside in the same way and affect as it does now, for by sin.
But what if…
If the grace was given, almost like a imaginary dream. Taken back to the days I was much younger. My body, the whole composition of my being changed over night. A grace, a miracle. The Cure of Ars speaks here in my mind and heart. That I changed to the way I was years ago. Though I’d be just as shy and nervous around girls, particularly girls I liked.
What if God beheld the cries of the poor. The poor sinner that I am. Broken, fallen, weaken. His eyes see me this boy still trapped inside a man’s body, forced to age through death that entered the Garden through sin. His eyes could not let me weep anymore. He could not behold me to this disease and this fallen world. Nor would His Son let sin live and thrive in the place, the Garden of Eve and Adam.
And so a Just and Mighty God changes the man back to the boy. His eyes are full of love and justice. He see’s this boy. Broken, fallen, bruised, and beaten inside. As though a wonderful princess were to come upon him. The frog prince comes to my mind, a leper. A curse.
But this is just the imagination.
God first must make the first appeal to the girl. A fallen, bruised, beaten, and broken of heart of teenager. So that eyes might well up with tears of mercy, and care. Therefore by them pouring upon him, as the waters of Baptism. Pour forth on him. To turn from a boy to a wonderful young man. A prince.
But that is all, fairytale.
But since this is purely imaginary, and not real. Though I have a seen a load of nonsense on other posts. This is just a dreamland.
But what if…the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, who look a leper like Nathan. For by with one of the Prophets, by the Jorden, cured him of leprosy, His flesh was made a new, like that of a child.
The same Christ, Lord, and God who cured the many lepers, and those with other ailments an diseases, also cured them.
The same Lord, for which aging in the Garden before the fall, did not preside in the same way and affect as it does now, for by sin.
But what if…
If the grace was given, almost like a imaginary dream. Taken back to the days I was much younger. My body, the whole composition of my being changed over night. A grace, a miracle. The Cure of Ars speaks here in my mind and heart. That I changed to the way I was years ago. Though I’d be just as shy and nervous around girls, particularly girls I liked.
What if God beheld the cries of the poor. The poor sinner that I am. Broken, fallen, weaken. His eyes see me this boy still trapped inside a man’s body, forced to age through death that entered the Garden through sin. His eyes could not let me weep anymore. He could not behold me to this disease and this fallen world. Nor would His Son let sin live and thrive in the place, the Garden of Eve and Adam.
And so a Just and Mighty God changes the man back to the boy. His eyes are full of love and justice. He see’s this boy. Broken, fallen, bruised, and beaten inside. As though a wonderful princess were to come upon him. The frog prince comes to my mind, a leper. A curse.
But this is just the imagination.
God first must make the first appeal to the girl. A fallen, bruised, beaten, and broken of heart of teenager. So that eyes might well up with tears of mercy, and care. Therefore by them pouring upon him, as the waters of Baptism. Pour forth on him. To turn from a boy to a wonderful young man. A prince.
But that is all, fairytale.
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