Monday, July 25, 2011

Breathtaking Precision

God, He made the sunset,
God, He made the sky.
He made all things so beautiful,
Although I don't know why.

He could have made it all the same,
No beauty anywhere.
But no, He went to special pains,
With never ending care.
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2 comments:

  1. SangMingJuly 26, 2011 at 8:42 AM

    Who wrote this poem? It's lovely!

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  2. SusanJuly 26, 2011 at 10:34 AM

    I wrote it whilst backstage during the practices for my first play.

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