God’s work is most perfect
Lying in bed, weak and still,
Victim of an unknown ailment;
My mind looks still clear, I think well,
Of things seen, unseen and Godsent.
Man’s achievements in Science looked good;
But dullened, his conscience stood;
He was after greater glory!
Ignoring God, I felt sorry.
I saw the Master Sculptor’s work,
Which was amazingly perfect;
No doubt, His was the very best;
Our earthly tries, I now detest;
God knows whatever man can do;
His Creator, Man can’t outdo!
poem by John Celes
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