Who…

Who forms the the human frame, bits of dust held together for so short a time…

Who weaves the veins in and out of all the interworkings contained therein…

Who places life into the form, giving life to the lifeless, animating the inanimate…

Who sets the clockwork of the body to its own rhythm and rhyme…

Who gifts breath to begin and continue automatically again and again…

Who commands the heart to beat unceasing, from beginning until its abate…

There is no such “what” which can do such things without being a facade…

There is one alone with the power mentioned above, tis only God.

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