Poetic Gospel
We were jaunty children of God
not concerned for material possessions
for Spirits in Holy Trinity
were our Gods.
The Colonists were true savages without souls.
They disowned their own souls for gold
from which we made our large ornaments
for the glory of Great Spirit.
I Art have seen the Highest Priest,
The Resurrected One.
The Popes are his secretaries,
the apostles of mercy and love.
The Resurrected One calls his forgotten children,
each one by their true name of baptism.
Many were baptized by water
and many were baptized by The Holy Spirit.
Come to me, you tired and exhausted,
you grieved by other man.
I’ll give you new life as God the Father gave it to me.
You will repose in justice and love.
You will be my spotless lambs
forever and ever.
I am your shepherd the Lamb of God –
The Resurrected Christ.
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