Domain Of The Sly Old Fox

God is a sly one, a clever old fox,

He’s got all the keys, but hides all the locks.

He’ll take little pieces, just here and just there,

And suddenly, poof! Your soul’s light as air.

He breaks you, He mends you, with one mighty hand,

He shapes and He molds you, just as He planned.

His tricks are the finest, His schemes are the best,

With power unmatched, He puts us to the test!

He watches us closely, His eyes full of cheer,

Letting things spin, though the end’s always near.

And while Lucifer runs wild, causing a scene,

God laughs and He says, “Oh, isn’t this keen?”

For we are His children, and He lets us play,

In this grand game of life, we learn day by day.

He could stop it all with a snap of a thumb,

But why end the fun when the lessons still come?

So here we are, playing this wild little game,

While God keeps the score, keeping track of our name.

One day soon, the big book will be read,

And all that we’ve done will be tallied instead.

But the goal for now, in this world so wide,

Is to rise and to shine, and to not try to hide.

For life’s tricky traps will keep us down low,

Unless we let go, and let our true selves show!

So drop what’s too heavy, and lift up your heart,

God’s watching and laughing as we play our part.

His tricks help us grow, His plans help us soar,

In this game called life, we’re meant to explore!

Yes, God’s a sly fox, with a grin ear to ear,

But He’s guiding us all, so there’s nothing to fear!

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