Gentle and budding chromosomes
And a box of imaginative tools
Life was weaved & knitted
In this Paradise called Earth
Wrapped by Sun, stars & moon.
if not my dad,
who am I,
if not my mom?
The thread of my DNA,
is that strong,
I carry it,
so shall my offspring,
it’s a never ending ring,
in me, lives my family,
I will live in mine,
till eternity.
One strand at a time,
The Maker never realized,
The strands are loose.
Was it really someone else
Or has it always been me?
The Maker of the DNA of my life,
May be, It is for me
Weaved and woven by design
We grow our hearts
Forget the rest.
Two DNA strands
In God’s hands!
Every creation so unique,
This talent we seek.
We forget we are
In every waking hour.
Whether you knit, paint or build.
Live with purpose, passion and praise,
Creations never cease to amaze!
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