Miracles Of Creation

Poem By Richard H. Brown

Each one of us is a miracle of creation, every single one of us,
in every single nation.
Languages there are many, colors there are few,
but if you look deep enough, you'll see there is nothing new.
Each one of us is a miracle of creation.
We strive to treat ourselves and each other as such,
to be worthy of this gift of life,
with our Creator, we must always be in touch.
Life itself is our greatest celebration,
to live in freedom is everybodys goal,
to walk with pride and dignity, we must all pay the toll.
We search to find life's promise, to someday stand with Thee,
to be worthy of Thy mercy, then forever more be free.
This soul that I call mine is only for a loan,
no one can have a soul to call their very own.
When life finally passes, and our dust rests in peace so fine,
our soul will return to it's source,
and for all eternity be Thine.

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