The temptation is over; thank God, my soul,

Neither I, nor my pleasure, does this life control;

Yet Order is what the heavens are made of

And Love keeps all things in their place

Or moving with the proper attitude,

Proximity, inclination, direction and grace.

Each moment is a wonderful creation,

An orchestration finely in tune

That never delivers anything too late

Or inappropriately without something to groom.

We are all in the mind and eye of the Beholder

Beautiful and thoughtfully made

Trying to live up to His expectation

Striving to make the grade;

To be a part of the flow of the universe,

To fit therein without rankle or distress,

To see holy in the confines of a world that is too mortal,

To find beauty in the midst of a mess.

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