Friday, March 9, 2012

His Workmanship

Man celebrates what God allows
And never more or less
But simply what His hand bestows
Is all that we possess

Accomplishment and accolades
Spring not of man’s accord
For there is no man yet so great
He does not need the Lord

Whisper of dust, is mortal flesh
Life-breath from hallowed lip
What God allows man may possess
We are His workmanship

© Janet Martin

Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? Matthew 6:27


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