Yeshua The Cloud Smith

Who fashions the waves with his hands into a garment?
Who bore all sins on his body, Hung on a tree like a curse?
Yeshua The Lord of Hosts sent the Prophets to Jerusalem.
Who created all things and for who were all things created?
Who formed us in our mothers wombs with his mighty right hand?
Yeshua King of Kings and True Bright and Morning Star.
Who walked on the sea calmed the same sea and fed five thousand with only a basket worth of food? Who do you say he was and Is?
Yeshua Everlasting Father and Mighty God who told the end from the Beginning.
Yeshua the Cloud Smith who sits on high and will return riding the clouds who created all things and nothing that has been created that he did not create.
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