Peep through the scriptures
written on the sun rays
not in the madness
fanatic fire ablaze.
Read them in
moonlight's
lovesome
lays.
Hear
His errands
in the chirping of
love birds' morning tweet,
in the lowing of cows whose
heart for their hungry calf beats.
The meanest being on earth
that turns and twists
a purpose exists
message lists
that you
miss.
Everything
is duty bound,
in fulfillment there is
entertainment profound,
the earthworms that live awhile
selflessly make your fields fertile.
A million micro beings make the SOUL.
You never know the perfect whole.
Each being a microchip,
functions assigned,
just do your duty,
fruit don't mind
.
Administer,
be not your judge,
He has made a system
with a self-adjusting fudge.
Its infinite knowledge ever beyond you,
doing your duty to His commands subdue
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