Honour Me
I planted knowledge in your genes;
So you achieve your wildest dreams;
I formed the cosmic realm you breathe;
Honour Me.
Those creatures that you hold beneath;
Those others that you do esteem;
Those roaming worlds you cannot glean;
Were made by Me.
When you say Chance did this or that;
When Mother Nature slaps you back;
When Evil plagues your world with stress;
I pull the strings.
So, if you think I sleep or rest;
And do not hear and will not speak;
I dare you, take another peek;
At happenings.
Copyright © Emmanuel Paul | Year Posted 2014
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