Acknowledging The Holy Lord Philosopher and Scientist

   I willingly accept the Holy Lord Philosopher of Philosopher of Philosophers, the Holy Lord Scientist of Scientist of Scientists as my only Holy Lord Philosopher and Scientist as He have wanted to be the Educator of but not only me, His worm pupil but all His Creations.
   And, now this is my proclamation of my thanks to Him, and the honour, exaltation and praise for Him for He have been my Holy Tutor from my birth, and I want Him to still be till my last breath.

   They who exalt His other creations as their teachers but not Him will be raised up and sent down from Sheol to Judgment to Hell with empty hands, shame and sorrows,
   And they will weep and gnash their teeth with dehydration and extreme thirst in the fire and brimstone.

   Therefore, all the creations of the Holy Lord Philosopher of Philosopher of Philosophers, the Holy Lord Scientist of Scientist of Scientists who honour, exalt and praise His other creations as their educators but not Him above all should repent and reform and honour, exalt and praise Him, who gave them the opportunity to meet His other creations, the ability to see and learn some secrets which He put in each of His creations in meager amount, and larger amount in some of them.
   "Blessed are they who willingly chose Him for their Educator,
   For they will become eternal true philosophers and scientists."

Can I Cry In Thy Soft Arms?

   Can I cry in Thy Beautiful, Soft (for Thy Loved Ones), Warm, Tender, Sweet Scented and Lovely Arms, O my God, for I am weary of this battle, which the Rebels and their human followers wage war against Thou and me, Thy Unworthy servant.

   Can I, O please let me pour out the water of my sorrows in Thy bosom aw Lovely Spirit of Love, for I found no bosom and arms to receive and hold me tight and let me melt like Arctic ice.

   Oh, how much I wish that some souls stands beside me, so I can rush back to heal my heart whenever I so need some love and healing.

   Maybe, I won't find no soul to lean on in this Battlefield until Thou let me win with Thy Spirit all the battles in Thy battle that Thou let me face, if Thou made not one for me.

   Thou, O Lord God of God of Gods, only Thou art my Love for Thou First Endlessly Love me which Thou let me see in my Lord Jesus Christ who was slain before the foundation of world and then on the earth, and in the life Thou gave me for Thou art my Healing and Health and Life. Speechlessly I Thank Thee.

   And, now I only desire to cry and rest in Thy Beautiful, Soft (for Thy Loved Ones), Warm, Tender, Sweet Scented and Lovely Arms and Chest.

   For, everything all Thy Creations including me the Worthless needs is in Thee.

   Thou art Blessing and please forgive us and please let All Thy Creations Glorify Thy Name forever and ever more, for Thou art Good, Great and Worthy. 

   I pray to Thee in the Name of my Lord Jesus Christ.