Call Me Simple
You may call me simple, but I worship God,
This world proof enough He exists,
But when you add stars, although you think me odd,
This truth's not one my heart resists.
It's clear to me, truly, creation's not mine,
Though maybe we color the mix.
Do you claim your talents are all your design,
Just sample of your bag of tricks?
My ego won't go there, humility's gain,
For I praise a Will beyond dreams,
A God who can truly have thought in His 'brain,'
And universe echoes His schemes.
And all of creation reveals that He cares -
Give thanks that His pleasure survives,
Though we may project on Him human nightmares,
He still finds His bliss in our lives.
Long Tooth
April 1, 2016
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2016
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