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.
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