An inch of a twig, the veins in a leaf,
Concentric bequest in a nuance of hues
His pattern and form a structured motif.
The small things in life reflect His grand view.
Such profound harmony upholds belief.
A blade of grass holds a teardrop of dew.
The bones of a bird keep it soaring in flight,
Its feathers catch air, spread wide, make it light.
The cells of our brain, each guides the right thought
Our bodies alert us, signals composed
A message dispatched to go where it ought.
The tiniest nails on fingers and toes,
Crows feet at eyes edge that tell of life’s lot,
The back of a hand, old veins show the woes.
This breath and a heartbeat that come in the night
We focus on worries; His love holds us tight.
An inch of a twig, His eyelashes wet,
A nail through a wrist tapped into a tree,
An exhale of breath, a droplet of sweat,
He sees all the small, His love is core deep
His arms around us protects from all threat
His showers of peace and grace made us free.
He conquered death through compassion and might.
His love’s gonna make everything alright.
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