Through God's Eyes - Poem by Christopher Cariad
There I am
Looking down on the earth I created,
Oh how beautiful I made it.
Covered with beasts and flowers,
Rivers flowing clear and smooth.
Giving it to my finest creation,
The only one's who I resemble.
Watching them fail
I forgive them,
For they know not what they do.
Trying over and over again.
Through these eyes
I watch them,
Draw this story
To the very end.
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