When He died He was man, but that man was never without the power of God.
[ lucifer seems too shaken to say more just yet. but something has changed in the landscape. a figure is seated in the circle of stones, the figure of a dark skinned, dark eyed man, emaciated and covered with the sand of the desert, and he's looking at them. and without one fiber of his flesh being other than human, He is obviously God.
His presence is petrifying, but not frightening. He merely looks at des with the softest sympathy in His face, and the same unbounded acceptance of them that had been felt in Heaven.
The Son of God.
"Come here, child," he calls out softly, over the desert wind, in a human voice. "Come closer." ]
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When He died He was man, but that man was never without the power of God.
[ lucifer seems too shaken to say more just yet. but something has changed in the landscape. a figure is seated in the circle of stones, the figure of a dark skinned, dark eyed man, emaciated and covered with the sand of the desert, and he's looking at them. and without one fiber of his flesh being other than human, He is obviously God.
His presence is petrifying, but not frightening. He merely looks at des with the softest sympathy in His face, and the same unbounded acceptance of them that had been felt in Heaven.
The Son of God.
"Come here, child," he calls out softly, over the desert wind, in a human voice. "Come closer." ]