In the fullness of time, it was the chime of the heavenly clock that put a stop to the types of old and announced the Messiah’s appearing.
Chosen messengers, flames of fire proclaimed the birth of God’s delight.
Long gone was the night of preparation and the temporal wheeled away.
The long awaited dawn appeared serving the reality of things flavoured for eternity.
Of Moses, Yeshua said “…it was I that he was writing about..”* Indeed he is woven seamless in the Torah, a fact of truth, without a doubt.
The Menorah, now the Light of the World. The scroll of the Law, now the Word in flesh, its flaws to perfect.
Believe in him, the only High Priest, a Lamb slain for our sins that we may have peace.
The Way, The Truth and the Life is he. His grace and mercy we fail not to see.
Praise Yahweh! who dwells no more in tents, nor temples made with hands but in hearts men rend daily to him who died to set them free.