Creative God still has His own routine,
a pitbull God, He never lets me go,
when I'm pitbull, His ways He lets me gleen,
He doesn't mind His mysteries to show.
Spontaneous God with habits never boring,
always refreshed by my routine of prayer,
refreshing me with constant grace outpouring,
habitual strength for favored friend to share.
Original God seems so set in His ways,
trapped in His faithful rituals of love,
He lives, He makes, He gives, He takes, He stays,
my quarks made like a million stars above.
The God of infinite creativity
vows not to bore me all eternity.
-- by Pete Voelz 11/10
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