Poetry: The creation.

My father in heaven, The maker of the earth. How mesmeric are your creations! How magnificent are your works! Clear, boundless, glorious vault, Deep, shallow, oceanic waters. Sun, the greatest light; The glowing medallion in the sky. Moon, the gleaming light; A silver disc hanging in the sky. Flickering and twinkling, bright little stars, Scattered … Continue reading Poetry: The creation.

The lord is my programmer.

The lord is my programmer, I shall not crash. He installed his software on the hard disk of my heart. All of his commands are user friendly. His directory guides me to the right choices for his name’s sake. Even though I scroll through the problems of life, I will fear no bugs, for he … Continue reading The lord is my programmer.