The Creator's Gentle Hand.... Poem by Varsha M

As the unfolding of truth took place
Beauty of creator reflect.
Like the chapters in David's life
Though he knew was future king
Had to be fugitives for years
Only to become mature and strong
To rule nations with might and stand.
Every thing has a purpose
To make us durable and profound
Even though whatever happen
The holy purpose to serve never extinguish.
You have all these encrypted
To materialize this beautiful essence
Just don't give up on your hope
To waste your integral labor all these years.