THE CREATOR
I looked in the sky
And I wonder why
Why is it that men refuse to acknowledge the Creator
when in all the heavens, there is none greater
than He who with the words of his mouth
created men, who in turn doubt
that He exists
when the morning mist,
the rumbling of the thunder
is a reminder
that the creator lives
He lives in the wind that passes our faces
and in all the empty spaces
He watches us as we go our ways
and He guides the sun that
turns the night into days
He guides our heart away from evil
and gives us strength over the devil
He is the creator who cares for us all
and guides our feet lest we fall
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