Poiema

I am a very special poem,
My maker said it’s true.
Each word was chosen carefully,
Each rhyme and meter too.

With loving hands and careful thought,
With heaven’s ink and quill,
Each stanza written of my life,
Was ordered by his will.

I’m not a poem that all can read,
Or even understand.
But every line of every verse,
Was crafted by his hand.

And when the enemy tries hard
To tell me it’s not true,
I just remember I’m God’s poem,
And my friend so are you.

(Soli Deo Gloria)