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Nature

The have asked questions. Questions about nature is. Their questions were shallow and opposite to the answers I bore in mind. I speak in abstract terms. In a realm that is different and full of realities. I speak through the voice of the two edge sword. A voice from the throne of grace. I will tell you my story
On the day of my creation, he thought deep and out of great desire, he wished I would be like him and out of greatness, his thoughts came to existence. He breathed through my nostrils and life engulfed me. I was him and he was me. I was his nature. I lived with him and we became one. A grave covenant.
On the day this covenant was broken, I was caught unawares. I didn't see the writings on the wall and I didn't realize that my wisdom was foolishness. On that day, every bit of innocence sipped out of me as a bit into the apple of death. Immediately I became loose and out of the covenant with my make. I committed sin for the first time.
I never new it'd be the beginning of the beginning. The start of another nature. A life that sinned helplessly. I thought that the event had nothing to do with my relationship with my maker until he rose in anger and sent me packing. I left in Oblivion to the life ahead. It was indeed a life! 
Later on, he sent his only begotten son to end this curse forever. Christ came with healing in his wings and blood to satisfy the hungry jaws of death. He came willingly, died willingly and asked for nothing in return but a loving heart.
I gave him my heart and he took my baggages including the guilty I felt in the long haul. I felt peace. I was given a new nature in all. Different from the first.
This nature I carry is not me but Christ!

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