The Master

I daily look around me Lord
And see thy majesty;
I see the workings of thy hands
In the natural things I see.

The arrays of coloured flowers,
with petals perfected by thee
And upon those beautiful petals
Alights the working bee.

I see numerous and varied insects
Going about their work,
While humans are the opposite
And employment some do shirk.

Wild life has a cycle, to mate
And bring forth their young,
Then labour night and day
Until the job is done.

The female human spices
Often does the same,
Some conceiving out of wedlock,
Yet they feel no shame.

Being single helps them prosper
As the state provides their need,
But often the offspring suffer,
No father to nurture his seed.

I see the mighty oak tree
Created by the Masters hand,
He will care and watch over it
As long as the tree doth stand.

I also hear the dawn chorus
At the break of day
And as it reaches a crescendo,
Arise, it seems to say.

Yes the fowl of the air
Are indeed a sight to see,
Pecking here pecking there
And flitting from tree to tree.

I also see these isles of ours
As a green and pleasant land,
Hand crafted by the Master
With a well documented plan.

So take not these isles for granted
For you will surely see,
That the hand of the Master
Controls thy destiny.

So do not be disheartened
By problems you hear of and see,
For the Master will be coming again,
For that is what He doth decree.

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