Poetry

---

I am a piece of Gods poem
In the lambs book of life
This was my choice
Provided to me by my maker

And as I write I realize
My poetry is dead
Lifeless and without choice
Words with no breath or options

Is this creation or simply assembly?
Of words derived from ideas,
Ideas birthed by principles,
Created by God in heaven.

God of wonders is alone,
In the ability to create,
And the devil is only a pervert
Operating under Gods hand

This is not really a poem
But a syllable, in the one true story
Given as a gift,
From God

dam

---

PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR BELOW LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE