GOD SECRET
He created
us in his image, making us his children’s
He bears our
burdens, but not our sin
Though our
feeling of joy and pain,
Hate and
love; all come from him above
They are not
ours, but his alone,
We are only
an extension to what has gone
Filling his
void of emptiness and loneliness,
For children
that come of age, leave home,
Sometime
leaving behind only old discarded photos;
And faded
memories,
Completing
the cycle of what was meant to be
For the
secret things, belong to me, said he
We are
nothing more and nothing less
Than the
dirt we are created from.
Too serve,
love and obey.
For he is a
jealous God and we shall have no other
Before
him;
Nor our
husband, wife or child whom we have seen,
Should come
before me, so said he
He is the
beginning and the end of all we know
For it is
said that the eyes are the window to the soul,
That only he
claims to know,
Therefore
every emotion that is felt,
From joy and
pain, to hate and love,
It comes
from the heaven above first.
Where would
he be without us?
Once again
empty, lonely and alone,
For the
secret things belong to him, said he.
E. L. PLEASANT
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