i was made by God,
the manifestation of his spoken word.
brought about from the emptiness of mud,
yet i am regarded above angels a "small god".
i could have been a mixture of saphire and gold,
one worthy prize never to be sold.
a beauty on display, much to behold,
one that would never die or even grow old.
yet it is his wish that i be made imperfect,
for he will be my master, and i his subject.
taking away the mud and making me perfect,
for in me his beauty will completely reflect.

Love the poem......reminds me of the love of God

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