The sun goes down, the stars comes out,
From the depths of the seas,
To the heights of the clouds,
From the hidden dark eerie grounds,
To the sunlit hot edges of the earth,
His love surpasses upon us.
He knows the reasons for a near tearfall,
The strength behind every iota living,
The motive for every encounter, and,
The purpose behind each existence.
He gives life to the known and unknown,
The breathe that none can fathom,
Knows the count of His creation, and,
More so adjusts their ways and thinking.
His love ain't a default,
Like a Shepherd to his flock,
A chicken to its chicks,
A potter to his art,
He leads, guides and moulds His own to His likeness.
Doing good, showing love and
Persistently doing good is all that i can offer.
Topic(s) of this poem: Love