Creating
Creating
If I create with a needle,
You are whispering in my ear,
“Punch here and close again,
Even and neatly, my dear.”
Without You I cannot bake a cake;
For all those You guided before,
Soil tilled, flour milled
Hands and hands galore.
And when I create something
Whether of beauty or amateur,
You created the joy it gives me,
Thank you, my God!
You I adore!
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