In the beginning, there was a blank page,
An empty canvas, a void of space,
Then God, the first poet, took the stage,
And began to create, with divine grace.
He spoke the words, and the world took form,
Each element, every creature, born,
And when it was done, He looked with pride,
For it was good, and He was satisfied.
But there was one more thing He had in store,
A masterpiece, unlike any before,
He crafted a being, with a heart and soul,
A living poem, to tell His story whole.
And so, we are the first poem,
Born of God's love, and His holy home,
A reflection of His endless grace,
His beauty, and His perfect embrace.
Our lives are a journey, a poem in motion,
With each day a new stanza, a new emotion,
And through it all, we remember our role,
To be God's poem, and to share His love whole.
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