On the first day, when a single cell is fertilized, a brand new life begins. Then this little precious thing begins to divide, multiply, add, and develop in mathematical genius as it travels on a six day journey until it stops and plants itself on the surface of the womb. At this stage its visage appears almost alien and alone except it holds all the promise and potential of the universe. Even at this stage, God says, “I saw you, and I knew you.” Then, like a flower in a garden of Eden, like a microscopic monk’s hood bowed in reverence and contemplation, it grew with stem and crown in a sacred, secret place, until on the twenty second day, a tiny heart, like a single little berry hanging on a vine, comes to life and begins to beat. And so, you were fearfully and wonderfully made. You were and are a miracle in the making, and all your members are written in a book. How that book ends depends on what you do with that little heart, and to whom you give it to. -id
What is Man?
A man is what he is
a man is what he does,
a man is what he gives,
a man is what he loves.
His life is what he makes it,
in the end his work of art;
where it took him, or where he takes it
and what happened in his heart.
What we filled it up with,
Who we welcomed in,
Who upon its throne did sit
Was it washed or cleansed of sin?
Did we in worship, pour it out,
was it fixed, when it was broken,
filled with faith or filled with doubt
Did it trust what God had spoken?
Before the eyes were formed
or arms or legs or feet
or organs all conformed
God made our heart to beat
Around that heart as center
cells grew by God’s design
our heart, God wants to enter,
each heart, as yours and mine.
Man looks upon the outward,
but God upon the heart,
mankind seems has it backward,
the heart’s where all things start.
“Give me thine heart,” God’s calling.
Trust Me, Repent thy sin.
It was damaged in “the falling,”
to fix it, I must come in. -id
What is man that thou art mindful of him? (Psalm 8:4)