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WORDS

WORDS.
For from the abundance internally is outward speech.
Words are mind.
Capsules holding our minds.
Mind is who we are and we are our minds.
We are our words. Our words make us.
As a man thinketh, so is he, and a man says what he thinks; vessels of our mental state.
It is said of the tongue; powerful,creating things and destructive too.
''Mind what you say, season your speech,'' because we are our words.
Christ is the Word of God, as is God Himself. Stemming from the mind of God, being God encompassing His very being.
Christ, the embodiment of the mind of God; His thoughts and meditations put across.
When we see Christ, we see the mind of God as He is the WORD which is mind. When we see creation we see the mind of God since He spoke all things into existence and through Him all things are made.

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