New Creation
From bottom to top,
my house was decayed.
Through thousands of years
of commands disobeyed.
I girdled my loins
to rebuild my home.
I re-laid the foundation
stone by stone.
Brick by brick
I rebuilt the walls.
House was renewed with
many victories small.
I painted the house
with colors of new zeal.
I furnished it with
virtues that heal.
I planted the garden
with flowers of love.
I installed the fountains
with waters from above.
I sat in the garden
admiring my creation.
At last, to God
I offered adoration.
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