Life By The Numbers Poem by Joseph Blitch

Abracadabra, letter to a number, a magical mark,
I create what I speak, it will come to pass, Hark.
Hearing the number one, I always think of God,  
Number two, a witness, like two peas in a pod.

Three brings a founded group, bound in unity,  
Four, fashioning of the universe by the Trinity. 
Five, the number of Grace in His ultimate plan,  
Six, the reason grace needed, refers to man.

Seven, rest and completion, yet not any ending,  
Eight, a need to start yet again, a new beginning. 
Nine, riches piled high, a fullness of blessing,  
Ten, human government, just man’s messing.

Eleven, time of judgment, a necessity to pray,  
Twelve, divine government, God’s perfect way.
Thirteen, the bride adorned in music of praise,  
Taken from Lucifer, a new replacement to raise.

Fourteen, Salvation to those passing God’s test,  
Fifteen, time after a tribulation, a wonderful rest.
Sixteen, Agape, the ultimate, God’s kind of love,  
Seventeen, to God’s chosen, Victory from above.