God is a poet,
And I, His masterpiece
Carefully crafted, beautifully made,
Shaped in His image,
A reflection of perfection, excellence and supremacy.
From the depths of silence, He spoke,
His words the brushstrokes of eternity,
With verses, He painted stars in the sky,
And through rhyme, oceans kissed the shores of existence.
......
In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung,
With heavenly art, each soul did He mould,
A masterpiece distinct, with roles untold.
For God, a Maker, more than mere mechanic,
Within each heart His love, panoramic,
With tender touch, He shapes every part,
Crafting beauty with a skilled, adoring heart.
......
God is a poet,
And I, His masterpiece
Carefully crafted, beautifully made,
Shaped in His image,
A reflection of perfection, excellence and supremacy.
From the depths of silence, He spoke,
His words the brushstrokes of eternity,
With verses, He painted stars in the sky,
And through rhyme, oceans kissed the shores of existence.
......
In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung,
With heavenly art, each soul did He mould,
A masterpiece distinct, with roles untold.
For God, a Maker, more than mere mechanic,
Within each heart His love, panoramic,
With tender touch, He shapes every part,
Crafting beauty with a skilled, adoring heart.
......