Jigsaw

Every human being, ever to exist,
All one hundred billion of them,
Are writing a hidden story script.
This God who desires all men,
To be saved, come to truth in full,
Demonstrates His vastness,
That can hardly be understood.
He is the extensive and all-inclusive One,
Without beginning and without an end;
The One in whom all the Godhead,
Fills full up and over the brim.
His salvation isn’t correction,
But a transformation by His life.
His death wasn’t the consummation,
But actually, the start of building His wife.
So, forget the ever-expanding universe,
Forget the stars, the moon, the sun;
Turn and look to your fellow man,
See the tapestry that is almost spun.
Forget the calculation done in lightyears.
Forget the rendered images of space.
If you want to see multifarious wisdom,
Just look at the mosaic pieces placed.
Each man adds a simple sentence,
In the eternal, complex plot of God.
They write words of grace and mercy,
Or why grapes in a winepress are trod.
So be wary your genetic modifications!
Be careful when exerting your body rights!
Because your pulling on the heartstrings,
Of the creation in which He delights.