If not by an almighty god
who created the earth?
Speak to me not of inventors,
Their works are both
improvement and ruination.
Humans, thanks to God,
have the ability to think,
yet we frequently do not.
Sunday rolls around and we find
We run hither and yon,
never stopping for even one moment
to give thanks to the One
who breathed life into our lungs,
filled us with promise of accomplishment,
then set us free to stumble our way
learning, hopefully, from errors.
All the while He sits in heaven
smiling down at His creations
waiting for the day when His loves wake up
and take time
sing His glorious name.
He welcomes even the unrepentant
saying, “Come here, my child.”
I, for one, will cuddle next to His chest
and cry tears of joy.
God is my reason for being.
I must never forget.