The minds of this age think odd,
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And how they worship a different "god."
Instead, I will honor the God unknown in modern times,
A God known to my forefathers as Adonai, I will
Honor & advance His Glory in beautiful poetic
Expressions and immortal rhymes.
"Oh, Adonai," I exalt, "thinking of You makes my
"Come, lets meet in Our Secret Place."
I wonder, with great amazement at all the good things
You caused to be,
Yet, not so high that You can't say, "Suffer the
Little children come unto Me."
Accordingly, I look to the sky and see all the bald
Children climbing up the stairs,
Ascending into heaven, where Adonai give them hairs.
Next, I look to the earth where the sheep answer
Adonai's call to graze in the lands of Israel,
Whereas, the goats answer the call of the goat to
Ancient Greece for his meal.
Oh Adonai, You are the God I embrace,
As my poetic expressions & immortal rhymes exalt
You beyond the Song of Songs in Our Secret Place.
I Love You, my God