My Panageric
If my phone can reach your throne,
It is my heart who sent him.
He( my heart )is playing strings and singing soulful songs
If you can hear the words, my tongue had genuflected before you.
By a unanimous decision of my entire being,
The lord is mighty
When he breathes, mansions of burdens collapse.
When he sighs, waves of captivities lay humbly at the shore.
When he lifts his hand, dunes and mountains of oppression lapse.
His words are thunderstorms that rumble and make the lion forget to roar
The lord owns wisdom.
Philosophers can't fathom his presence,
Thus some say he's absent.
Wisdom thinks about his excellence
Researchers have given up on methodologies earmarked to trace his thoughts.
The Lord is wonderful.
He never made mention of operation tools during creation.
Yet on the first man he performed an operation.
An operation which brought forth his rib (Eve)
Oh! His deeds had even brought my hand to a stand still.
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