Not in his image!
When the great lord of all,
Created all there is, and all there was,
Did he, in his wisdom, from spring to fall,
For all to blossom thus,
Who would, who?
Subvert his loving well,
His domain subdue,
And create a living hell?
Are we not, of him and know,
To be loved in turn,
Not Satan’s seeds would sow,
Before interred into that urn,
All he loved for he created,
All there is, in love and care,
Who are we, have not debated,
To all his others not be fair,
Take notice, all you scholars, and God ordained,
Take not likely, all his loves creation,
In the end that you be shamed,
Destruction your sensation,
Honour all that, with love he made,
Every bee and every ant,
There should be no debate,
No scale of value did he rate,
You are the one, who thought it wise,
To think of you, in Gods great light,
Thought importance, your disguise,
Forgot his natures might,
First it was the floods of Noah,
But you didn’t listen then,
You!
Do not now, the next great Shoal,
The only question, when?
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Well done! ! !
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen