Made in His Image

Shine a light to my eyes and behold, my red clay eyes matching the heart of a flame set off in a lush forest. Deep inside of my eyes, the core of my pupils gently reflects the beam of light back at you like diamonds and crystals being found in the earth. Reminding us all that my first ancestor was created by the very dust from the ground that turns my complexion when wet. Never shall I forget it, for He is the very essences of me. Touch my hair, and you will know and feel the texture of His. He is my family. He is my blood. He is my savior. He is my life. Other nationalities make images for themselves to look like them, and try to mimic the same feeling of connection. However, they all fell short and all have failed in comparison. For you, Oh YAHUAH יהוה,  are the Creator of all, and besides you, there is none. They try these things in vain, for the idols and gods they make speak not, hear not, see not, save not, guard not, help not, think not, and love not. How can you love something or someone that doesn't love you back? This is why I love no other than He who loves me and His Son who died for me. For I AM like Them andThey are like me.

Revelation 1:13-15 

13 and in the midst of the seven lampstands One like the Son of Man, clothed with a garment down to the feet and girded about the chest with a golden band. 14 His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and His eyes like a flame of fire; 15 His feet were like fine brass as if refined in a furnace, and His voice as the sound of many waters;