Perfect Picture
God sat in the evening sunlight.
Thinking of how to create mankind.
He then asked for music and company.
Bird's then flew by, singing in harmony.
Listening to the birds,
he was now full of adventure.
Creating man kind,
His most beautiful perfect picture.
He stepped back started to feel,
As if something was missing.
Another added drop, he then thought
our souls needed protection.
Guardian angels they are called
Anytime. Always with them.
Never far from home.
Heaven is where you meet Him.
A piece of his heart
Placed in us too.
In every single thought,
creating me and you.
He set us free in the clearest river stream.
It was then color was first seen
Outer appearance
People judging.
God never painted flesh of any color.
He painted feelings
Like love.
Felt in his perfect picture.
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