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.