The Bible tells us that each of our lives tell a story. We are like masterpieces of God’s artistry. The greek word is poiema, from which we get our English word “poem”.
Life is a song we must sing with our days/A poem with meaning more than words can say/A painting with colors no rainbow can tell/A lyric that rhymes either heaven or hell
We are living letters that doubt desecrates/We’re the notes of the song of the chorus of faith/God shapes every second of our little lives/And minds every minute as the universe waits by
CHORUS: The pain and the longing/The joy and the moments of light/Are the rhythm and rhyme/The free verse of the poem of life
So look in the mirror and pray for the grace/To tear off the mask, see the art of your face/Open your ear lids to hear the sweet song/Of each moment that passes and pray to prolong
Your time in the ball of the dance of your days/Your canvas of colors of moments ablaze/With all that is holy/With the joy and the strife/With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life/With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life