Love Poem: God and the Worm of Part One
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Written by: John Beam

God and the Worm of Part One

Flying high in this world drawn by different flame 			               
keep flying in wings singed  falling to the ground	                                                    
like a spiraling moth I woke done the same 	                              		                     
I didn’t know then that false light was made to maim 				     
separating friends loved ones and death it is bound				      
without good vision burning over and over again  				    
a day came great light all around  softly calling my name		                  
dark lights are always wrong stubborn can not be made white  		                 
truth admits I am wrong Jesus you are always right			                  
help I but a worm needing a change your true light 	   			 
talking with God he said you need a new body with wings of love  			 
how you may say I came to this dark world too from far above         		     
I created the lights in the beginning before there was sin                                                    
I laid down my life to take back what was rightfully mine    			     
a thief stole my relationship with thee for I know no sin      			   
sin was found in him for has many lying names father of lies 		                
death by deception unlawfully he came to Eve                                                                    
tempting  her confusing with my words the chief of pride                                                    
she ate so did Adam likewise now acquainted with grief    			     
I always good my love has not changed I know no sin they died 			      
I who knows no sin born into this world even like thee  			                
dieing upon a tree I arose to bear you again to set you free                                                
born again you say how my Lord pick up your cross follow me                                            
I see mountainous flower climb it Lord it looks so far away so high	  		      
I a worm need right hands to carry Lord help thou me go I’ am with thee               along the way I see a seed I hunger can I eat this	 		                  
look closely my child for many seeds on this path 	                                    	 
saw some atop big freshly fallen looking new                           			      
some loosely covered another deeply buried                                                                     
black bird swoops he will take them all away  				     
he grabbed one back towards the blue flying high