Breath — Jefal ft Emmanuel Oloruntoba

Holy Spirit. Twinkle twinkle, mystery star, radiating of God's own power, flapping our wings to the rhythms of sounds, bidding Jehovah's call to break new grounds. We floated across galaxies, billions of ages, proclaimed only in binaries, doing the biddings of the Almighty, tending to the voice of Elohim, nothing was ever faulty, except for our brother, Lucifer, who woke up one morning and decided never to say, "Yes, sir." Well, he was sent way down into inexistence. Jehovah Nissi never ever thought to be lenient, until one day we felt the heart of Yahweh as he sought to lead us in another way and he said, "Let there be light." We wondered, what other light than your sight? We closely watched as he performed the greatest art exhibition he formed, breaking his rules, calling himself out of darkness, we stood by watching with high intents at his business. We watched him form a space he couldn't habit. Oh, Yahweh, he was fond of this very habit, creating places for yet new breeds of angels, we were uncountable and endless. He swayed in such excitement as he walked in every element, and then he suddenly said to themselves, "Let us make ourselves di-ourselves?" This was the newest of his desire. Well, if that is what our God requires, we watch as he transformed to the world with smiles and laughter abroad, such shocking attributes unseen of our Lord, in flesh, we watch him carving to the soil, the dirty mud, stooped so low, our Yahweh making every part perfect, every contour did he select, standing his white apparel with the works of his hands, mixing different color of sands, he was literally making himself from the lowest of all elements. He walked every shape into order, smiling at the amazing work of his new found brother. We felt the heart of Yahweh, our wings tingled in a funny way. Why was God excited about this new creature? That he had to put his own signature, they also made him tri partite in nature, this creature even had his structure, he stood up, admired and laughed, softly. Our God laughed, very real and costly, but we couldn't believe our sights, in all our years of flights, never have we seen God adore something so lifeless, something potentially powerful, yet speechless. After all, we thought, he was just making a statue, an image of him, all this pain for just a statue? Was this the reason why he soiled his thumb? We watched as the creature laid dumb, our God should have called us, we would have served his cause. A thousand of us could have finished this in just a second, but to us he never beckoned. We watched as he bent down, as if to prophesy the red cross of Calvary, he gave a loud sigh and breathed. I can't speak of the time expanded, for he missed no gasp as he bridged the gap between emptiness and fullness, with the synergy of oneness, we watched as the statue changed statuses. Life itself, flowing with the color of passion, circulated around this creation, his chest rising up. Angel Gabriel, Stan, Angel Mike, Baba waiting to sup, but no one could fathom how from a grain of atom to a full-fledged statue, and not one, not two, seems to exist inside of it. What was this it? That our God left his place, to this place, and made us watch Grace's anatomy without a trace. We have never witnessed stranger things, we were instantly lost in space and suddenly God called out, "Adam." He turned towards all and said, "Meet man." And with a heave, Adam's eyes opened and he could live. And this is how it all began. Grace displaying its prowess from the beginning. Because Christ from the very start was the one doing the fine tuning, making man to his very image. We watched as Christ made eternity live again. This is the gospel according to how angels saw it.