The Son, the holy Word
seated at the right hand
of the Father, the Creator
A way of understanding
the relationship, the single entity
the being that is God,
to the extent there is a sense of a body at all
For we only see that which our eyes see
that which we can quantify, touch, experience
So much more beyond that
beyond human understanding,
so easy to understand that idea,
because of the new discoveries of science each day
Seated at the right hand,
the favored seat, of the family business
What better advocate
than the one who walked to the skull
climbed the cross
to atone for our stain
October 17, 2007 1:23pm
part of the Apostle's Creed
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
At the Right Hand of God
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