it’s true He tends for fourteen billion years
the universe He made in just a day,
but He tends more my soul when it’s in tears.
Our world is just a toy with which He plays,
but never does He toy with my poor soul,
especially does He care for one who prays,
He takes my broken self and makes it whole.
The world and time will pass, His words will stay,
I too will stay in His infinity;
He hears and gently weighs each word I say,
He’ll pass up everything He’s made but me.
Finally will pass my sins, my feet of clay,
if I myself don’t stray too far away.
-- by Pete Voelz 12/6/11
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