Divine
Our divine purpose is
A masterpiece we have a hand in creating.
Whether we choose too or not.
Our Father who art thou in Heaven,
Still has a plan and design in mind
For us His children.
Will we let Him make His original masterpiece?
Or will we try to do it the hard way?
Our purpose is to choose and let the hand
Of God into our lives.
But will we really do that?
Can we trust that he has power in all things?
Yes, for every design and masterpiece is of great worth.
Every soul is great in the sight of God.
For God gave his only begotten Son.
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