God's An Antique Poem by Timothy Dinkins

He is unique God's an antique
He's really older than time
Let me tell you friend to him there's no end
By collectors he's rated extra special fine Yes he's an antique, no he is not cheap
By the chosen he is well known
No problems at all before others stand tall
When telling them he is your own. He is antique he's so unique
Of him no copies can be made
Never will be he's the only one you see
Once acquired there's no desire to sell or trade To have him will take your everything
Not goodness are silver or gold
What he has wrought with tears must be bought
Once attained he'll not chance or ever grow old