Human Side Of Creation
Man can be measure
Not from head to feet
But from neck to head.
The moment of truth
Comes not in times of comfort
But in discomfort.
Outward she looks weak
Delicate and fragile outside
Inside treat like hen.
Where's heart is human
Where's love is godly confine
Made His creation.
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