Collecting Data At Threshold Seven

We have Faithful's saying ? It's all good as forever about, love.... Tis a perfect season to gather of these years; sweep away their tears Reach unto the heavens, grasp her crowned star; cast she into, Beautiful's Mountaintop where colours wave their banner, be dreams ? Sent this pool waters Angels ascending descending stirring and drenched his child, crippled; maimed Chained a lifetime forged while hidden away, aneath their world of sin ? Seven seems somewhat intriguing slipping atop, retro's boulder; silent her Emerald currents tossing toys upon baby's fire ? Little brother nursing his bottle Racing through the kitchen she was a Spirit; standing beyound Celestial's skies.. Revelations embraced by Mercy which kissed their eyes ? Abraham, whom believed In truth borne past hope left offering tithes; Melchizedek, the King High Priest, of Salem Without beginning or end holding this heart unto, Beauty's own ? Pouring, light from pages Love, destiny be written ? Christmas carols, Cherubs gifts Nativity and I am but this, His child.