Crafted To Perfection Poem by Eric Adams

the words from my lips as naked as the setting sun.
the vision of my eyes as beautful as a new born child.
the thoughts of my mind as pure as snow.
the sound of my ears as insturmental as mother nature.
the feeling of my body as gental as the streaming waters.

this myself as true to be
this myself i know to be
this i walk day by day
none true'er then this

the people i see, seem more to me,
as if each and every part made with thee
so perfect in every way
crafted by an open mind of beauty
one who sees no fault
handle with thee ought most care
every strand of hair to the tips of your feet
handle with beautful intentions,
apart from everything yet connected as one true beauty.

this i see day by day with thee mighty by my side
none others like him, but apart as one

this none other then the one who died
this none other then the one who saved
this none other then the one who lives
amen.