Terror reigns in kingdoms. Insurgent kings conspire, they delay their differences to join together. They plot the destruction of peace.
But my God laughs at them. Their reign is of this earth. Oh small earth in the galaxy. You are as proud ants that conquer a molehill. My God laughs and steps on them.
And the God of the cells, God over all the earth, the God of the planets, the King that can not be contained in the billions of the galaxies, he looks at me and proclaims:
You are my daughter. My eye is set on you like a Father admires their newborn babe. I will protect you as a Daddy with a dating daughter, I will spoil you as a proud grandparent. All I have is your’s. Just ask and I will give it. I delight in you.
Listen you evil doers, do no mess with this one. This child is mine. I have let the rain fall on you and the sun separate your days. I allow the food to grow in your path and keep the animals from devouring you, but if you want a demonstration on my power, go ahead, to Me, your destruction is child’s play.