ODE TO THE MAKER

Some attribute their breath to nature's sway Their restroom visits, a natural way They trust their sleep, an inbuilt alarm to wake But I, with years of wisdom, know fate's uncertain make Not all who sleep awaken, nor all who use the loo Return unscathed, for danger lurks, both old and new But I, a humble soul, attribute my life's design To the Maker of the universe, the Author of my rhyme My talents, skills, and abilities, all gifts from above My writing, a reflection of His endless, boundless love The food I eat, the water I drink, the air I breathe All sustenance from His hand, a daily, merciful deed The car I ride, the roads I walk, all fraught with peril's might Yet I, a grateful heart, acknowledge His guiding light For some have fallen, devoured by life's hungry, savage way But I, a thankful soul, give praise, come what may Unto my Maker, I acknowledge and confess My life, a gift from Him, a treasure to possess May His name be praised, forever and always The Maker of the universe, my heart's eternal praise.