A Toast To The Master
Reflect and interrogate human existence. We are so full of ourselves, that one glance at what lies beyond, dwarfs our being to a point of nothingness. How great must the master be...
Spare a moment, probe and see,
How insignificant we really are;
The universe holds lock and key,
To His plan for individual star.
We are so dwarfed by His might,
It is so humbling in right mode;
Just measure and keep in sight,
The wanderer and lonely road.
The Master is architect prime,
He carves the valleys and hills;
He adds tower to ticking time,
And the heated universe chills.
Ever thought about the blueprint,
He generates each passing day?
To add to the uncommon glint,
That we view in momentary stay.
So small am I in wide contrast,
To the hill, tree and life around;
So much smaller than the vast,
Environs that my being abound.
I kneel in prayer and true reflect,
Of my creator, my eternal caster;
I kneel in praise and genuflect,
And raise a toast to my Master.
How insignificant we really are;
The universe holds lock and key,
To His plan for individual star.
We are so dwarfed by His might,
It is so humbling in right mode;
Just measure and keep in sight,
The wanderer and lonely road.
The Master is architect prime,
He carves the valleys and hills;
He adds tower to ticking time,
And the heated universe chills.
Ever thought about the blueprint,
He generates each passing day?
To add to the uncommon glint,
That we view in momentary stay.
So small am I in wide contrast,
To the hill, tree and life around;
So much smaller than the vast,
Environs that my being abound.
I kneel in prayer and true reflect,
Of my creator, my eternal caster;
I kneel in praise and genuflect,
And raise a toast to my Master.
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