The Great Pearl Maker

The ways of life, the way I am,
The way I’m made, please understand.
The whys and how’s, the shining beam,
Call it nothing less, than extreme living.

It’s a chase, between me and celestial home base.
I won’t slow down, for I wouldn’t make it there,
But would lose with all God’s family race.
The opposing side is aware, of the cost in compare.

For I stand in his way, and must strictly obey.
For I was cursed, and my end rehearsed by the enemy.
But this cannot be, so God carried me,
And hence, changed my destiny.

For within my win, is all of heaven’s victory,
And in my laboring, I bring an end to this insane misery.
What an awful weight, and time of terrible war and debate,
For I am both honored and berated, in no open family estate.

My song is not mine, to create or contemplate,
But instead my head is forsworn by all demons, as their target of hate.
In me is this place of drought and grace, of draw and erase,
For I am to fall fast last, to then rise up in first place.

Few will understand, but all will, when they in demand,
Are set at the judgement bar, to make recompense for God’s almighty plan.
For in this incurred debt, their conflict will finally cause them to stand,
And in me is this forever forming pearl, which brings about God’s Family plan.

The perfect Eternal Plan of Happiness, wrought in charity,
Of Priesthood Power, Progression, and Posterity,
Given by God to His most faithful true in clarity,
Bestowed upon all His grand beloved, in successive royalty.