I asked for a rhyming poem and this is what I received.
The lord’s love knows no measure,
For onto us it is the finest treasure.
Being the fleshly humans that we are,
Know that without him we won’t get far.
Loving the father is all we need,
Allow the father to nurture and to lead.
For he is the very bread of our salvation,
The very cause of the earth’s rotation.
Never the cause of Malnutrition,
But the very cause of our soul’s circumcision.
I think this speaks for itself… but I just wanted to point out that "Loving the father is all we need, Allow the father to nurture and to lead." In Romans 9 we are clay and God is the potter. He molds and forms us when he wants and the way he wants us to be molded and formed. Since we are the clay… it’s silly trying tell other pieces of clay the way the potter is going to form them, or how the potter should form them. God is good at being God… and I realized I don’t have to worry about the past, present, or the future because God is the potter and I… am the clay.