The Lord's Own (a poem of inspiration)
The great, the small, the meek, the bold,
The Lord accepts us, as we are told.
The scriptures written by hands of men,
Where our recorded history does begin.
Every line is inspired by the hand of God,
Our breaths, his fine gift, from earthen sod.
Each child held strongly by powerful arms,
His protection is great, against all harms.
The small in nature, the weak, the strong,
His creation, and all to him, we belong.
The grand oceans, the earth, the air, our home,
The fish that swim, the animals that roam.
His own son, he shared, because he cared,
By his sweet love, our own lives are spared.
We live our days, as each, a precious gift,
Then as our bodies to pass, our souls to lift.
We shall join him once again, in heavenly praise,
As in unison we all sing, our voices to raise.
Our spirits never die, and forever shall be,
In our celestial home, all loved ones to see.
Across the wide universe, through heavenly skies,
As time, never ending, and every spirit, so flies.
Each galaxy shall spin, before its heavenly gate,
The seeds of creation, provide wonders, so great.
We are the lords own creation, body and soul,
As in prayer we rejoice, our love to extol.
While in thankfulness we sing, his praises to ring,
All honor and glory, to the Lord God, our king.
