In all my intellectual reverie no mortal-mapping in my mind no erudition from mankind is yet to elucidate the mystery, the mystery of God’s Divinity. But though He is unable to be patently defined unmistakable is He in all that we see. Random? I THINK NOT where the earth pirouettes amongst the star scattered sky or when it trespasses moon and sun by splendor heralding from shore-to-shore. Chance? THERE’S NO WAY that humanity could remodel over time and moral man be devoid of design, divergent not from things before. Meaningless? HARDLY how my feet traverse the fractured earth, forging for eternal worth But, creatures cast of compounded clay we seldom perceive the Potter’s way Yet, despite that we with believing wrestle He dove down into our decay And, He voted us to be the vessel to carry forth Yahweh. So, though this mystery the world reviled if we humbly trust Him as a child that which once was broken defiled through grace is, now—reconciled.