The Bible says we are all made in God's image,
in every way we're a match,
so why can't I reach part of my shoulder blades
from above or below for a scratch?
The Good Lord resides in the Heavens above,
perfection, where nothing can fail,
so why can't I lift my foot up far enough
on my other leg to clip my nails?
God is immaculate, he stands incorrupt,
in all aspects nothing he lacks,
so why is my fingertip just that bit short
when I'm clearing my earhole of wax?
Is it because Adam and Eve were perfect until
they disobeyed God and they sinned,
and everyone born after that had their faults,
the original model God binned?
And that is why though we are all sinners now
because of the choices they made,
the Good Lord had mercy, invented the spoon
so that I can reach my shoulder blade.
Categories:
incorrupt, humanity, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Glorious Rapture
Glorious Death
In a twinkling
One last breath
Incorrupt Temple
Earthly Host
Immortal Body
Give up the Ghost
In the sky
By the Sword
With living saints
For the word
Experience Change
Wake from Sleep
Last to appear
First to see
The coming Christ
The sake of Christ
From life to life
From death to life
In a twinkling
One last breath
Glorious Rapture
Glorious Death
Categories:
incorrupt, death, devotion, faith, hope,
Form: Rhyme