# 1

It started with one. I’ll give you a brief history of this sometimes is and sometimes is not mystery. The birth of this tale began with One God who created one earth. He created one of everything, dead and living, lifeless and breathing, nothing and something. He spent days giving time and effort, things that are not applicable to him anyways, making each thing out of nothing, but zero is not what this rhyme is about. Instead, these words I shout out are an ode to the One I Am. Father Spirit Son. However you want to put it. He was the God of the Greats. He gave Abraham the directions, Daniel the protection. David the correction and of course Christ the resurrection. The one who gave his only son for me and each other who will accept his gift which we use to lift our countless sins up off our backs and continually stack each sin upon Christ, God’s son, so that he may suffer as our replacement. The God who is the author, editor, main character and only creditor of the greatest story ever told. The story that never gets old because we keep on living it. It doesn’t finish until he says “It is finished”. Never ends until Sin has been diminished. Each singular breath of ours is because of the gusts that he gives us and how His soul is within us. This One God, His One Son, and this shared single history. His story. That we are a part of.