My Husband Poem by Berry Israel

He created the world and set it on
a stage of architectural barbados
of scintilating beauty. Only a fully
loaded God of sturning ability
can do such. I saw him in a day
vision sitted on a crystal white
thrown with a staff of blazing fire
at his right hand and a blue ball
on his left. His eyes were dazzling,
his hair like a virgin wool. His feet
of fine brass in the hottest of
furnace. Out of his mouth come a
word like a living being. Wow i
love this man, i feel like am his last
born. His my husband and am is wife.
Don't get jealous his by your
side too.