Like a Thought Process

If I am a poet, then my God must be romantic.   If I can sing, it's coz my God is sweet.  They say He is a big God. Yet, handles so delicately, so sweetly, with a care that even mothers would envy.  My God speaks and the earth shakes.  Yet again, He speaks and the words hold a comfort so gentle and soft, silk is a mockery and the evening breeze is nothing.  My God walks and the land trembles.  Yet, by his side, He keeps me; I walk with him.   I am beautifully made. Yes, my God is that light that lightens up the sun, the earth and the heavens.   My God is everlasting. Yet, so youthfully beautiful.  It's not my fault that I am handsome.  My God is impartial and yet, a humble lover of souls.   My God, He reigns.  My God will never be comparable.