Truth Cannot Nest in the Thorns of Falsehood

The Son approaches the hour of sacrifice,
His steps nearing the cross, heavy with the world’s weight.
The disciples, fragile hearts, shaken,
Are cloaked in sorrow, like a dim twilight descending.

Yet, He speaks, tender as a father to his children,
“My little ones, I am with you only a while longer.”
And then, the command like a flame passed from torch to torch:
“Love one another, as I have loved you,
So you, too, must love.”

Feast no longer on His love alone;
Drink deeply from the wellspring of the Spirit,
The Father, alive in Him, who works through Him.
“Believe,” He pleads, “that the Father is in Me,
And you shall do greater things, for I go to Him.”

A promise takes flight, soaring on the breath of His words:
“Keep My commands, and whatever you ask in My name, it shall be.”
But first, the name—the sacred name—and all it holds,
Its weight, its wonder, its truth.

Again, He returns, a shepherd calling to His flock:
“If you love Me, obey what I command.”
Obedience, the root from which love springs,
And to the faithful, the Counselor comes—forever,
The Spirit of truth, eternal and pure.

Yet truth cannot nest in the thorns of falsehood,
Cannot take root in soil tainted by error.
All must be purged, all misconceptions cast to the wind.
“Believe,” He urges, “that the Father is in Me,
And I in Him. We are One.”

Oneness—a Spirit that breathes life into all,
The Creator, the Holy, pouring Himself
Into fragile flesh, the Savior of mankind.
All that denies this truth must wither and fall,
Pruned by the Gardener’s hand.

And He ends as He began:
“Believe Me when I say, the Father lives in Me.
Through Me, He works miracles.
Obey, and believe,
For Yah is One,
The Holy One of all who trust in Him.”

The words echo, a melody to be sung
Until hearts and minds are free from chains of error,
And truth shines unclouded,
Forever.