By the Grace of our Benevolent Creator
The Gifts Beyond Comparison
The descriptive word, perceived as correct,
so many times proclaimed, as being perfect,
can only pale, in its shallow attempt to reflect,
in depicting the essence, it does inspect.
The best of all adjectives, and to be available,
are only to exist in the smallest moderation,
so offered, to be the grandest, by their label
to be proposed by its own brilliance, in creation.
Determined and most surely, is undeniable
as each is driven by their own special needs,
planted in the human garden, is so reliable,
are His blessed, and timeless loving seeds,
Beyond all comprehension, of any notion,
of any limiting facts, to be well conceived,
Is a force, for time to circumvent, an ocean,
as in the Father, we shall all, have believed.
Raised from the purest forms, each at birth,
in humblest soil, shared by a benevolent God,
and given a good name, on this living earth,
each one is a precious child, raised of this sod,
The exploration, and in a relentless search,
all to prove one's value, and their own worth,
as an understanding and patient father, then,
our Maker, grants us favor and we may begin.
As a better and insightful tomorrow, so breaks,
while never forgetting, all of our old mistakes,
is the main goal, of a strengthening, that it takes,
this positive persistence, so well, it truly makes,
These Powerful and fond attributes, all possess,
without any possible exception, as not to digress,
each to show in its most mindful and best regard,
and in a concerted effort, we must, to always guard.
with no limits in all, of an unlimited imagination,
with all of its finest, in all perceptions, received,
verifies our own rightfulness, the power of truth,
to give legitimacy, and to exist, as not deceived.
The human intellect, held deep within us, each,
the intelligence, that's left as ours, all to teach,
Every precious child, not ever to be, so denied,
The qualities and goodness, we all do hold inside.
to predict the future, or to make as prophecy,
to be left in the care, of our God's gentle hand,
For what was once written, of the Holy scriptures,
there placed, so each person may understand.
We give our thanks, oh, greatest Father, to thee,
for by your grace, we are born, we exist, to be.
While you sit pensively, upon your mighty throne,
for only you may know, by your knowledge, alone.
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