God moves

It is God’s loving intention,

a sacred revelation —

faith inscribed within His plan.

Why the spark hides beneath contradiction,

why confusion blooms in interpretation —

through religion, through tradition,

through obedience and submission.

So we learn to tell apart

divine wisdom from the dark,

earthly noise from heaven’s lark,

free to choose the path to grace

with humble steps, a steady pace.

We ask our endless why

while the quiet years drift by —

what is life, and how to try?

what is man, and how to rise?

prayers and praises climb the skies

to the Highest, kind and wise.

An intimate invitation,

a sacred communion.

He waits to be found

in lessons written upon our hearts,

where the mind wanders and wonders

and returns, aligned.

With free will, we need not stray —

not into the world’s confusion,

not blindly conformed —

but awake, enlightened,

a soul reborn.

His scribbles glint in sacred scrolls,

answers hidden, meant for souls.

To return by grace, we start —

to the truth within our heart.

And still He whispers: you are Mine,

My image shines in human kind —

the gift of mercy, freely shown,

a mirror of what’s good, My own.

Witty, wise, our Father proves

His creative ways to move

us closer — ever near —

to choose the walk that leads us Home.