Power left out in the open.
Freely to see for the one’s he loves.
Easy on the eyes, ripe for good taste.
With his trust it hung with only one twig.
The enemy saw the power, but would not dare.
Their innocence couldn’t understand it’s weight neither the children could comprehend their father words.
Danger slithered in, and a treachery against the divine ones.
The simple only knew of good yet evil set a snare before them.
Power was foreign to them however evil tricked them to grab for it.
How could they decipher a lie if they only heard the truth.
The enemy knew this terrain well.
Not only did they put the crown on their head, but they stole before the children even knew what it was.
We are not to worry.
Because a man will come, and will be born of the spirit.
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