God, The Master Planner

There is none like you Lord, the Master Planner.
From the beginning of time when heaven was formed, the ocean was born and the earth was drawn.
You made a notion and lights were laid out in bountiful motion.
With great love, you stripped out the ocean and you filled the earth with your great affection.
You made the sky, you made a covering over the heavens and the earth you spread out over the sea.
The expanse of each that none can fathom.

With a great plan you breathed life into the deadpan and With great intentions, you formed humanity
You breathed upon all flesh and all things dead came to life
Humanity to live on earth, to multiply and be merry
To work the earth and its expanse till we filled our bellies

You who made the earth from the sea and the land from the ocean
You parted the sea and you hung the heavens
You beautify the forest with lilies and
You fill the oceans with all manner of creatures

With a great plan Humanity was made until the pain was such that your Son would come and pay for all our sins He laid on the tree called the cross of Calvary
You planned my beginning all through to the end of my life
You planned my standing up and my sitting down
You planned my happy hours and my sad moments
You planned my wake up call moments and my peaceful, restful moments

You planned what I would look like, talk like and act like
Right from my mother’s womb, you plotted my arrival time
You knitted me together from within her and
Her blood you passed through my veins to give me life, to give me breath

You chose that I may know your son at the right time and
That I may serve the only Holy one at the appointed time
You give grace and you give faith
You make me strong and then you make me steadfast
To walk in your ways so that I may belong to your race

To do your will on earth
To fulfil your purpose for my life
None of my tears are wasted in your room
All of my fears are consumed in the tomb
Every second, minutes, hour and days of my life are accounted for in your book
My life you have written out with your ink

What were you looking for on earth that you would choose me?
To whom do you need a representative that you would count me worthy?
How did you determine the worth of this lost soul that you would pay such a price?
Why would you consider this handmaiden that sins have overtaken
Where will you send me now that My true identity is no longer mistaken
You put together my destiny and you still call me your own
To you, my Lord, my God, the master planner I give all the adoration

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