These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

He Made It All

The strings of all the galaxies
are threads by which He makes
the Universe of Will, that frees
from hopelessness, that shakes.

How doth He make each man of Earth,
each woman, child so blest?
How doth He call from that first birth
to birth, that passeth test?

The razor's edge, that He must walk,
to make a soul, that lives
is not a line, that aught can chalk,
but He, that true life gives.

He knows my name. He knows my birth.
He knows my ev'ry breath.
He knows my farthest decimal's worth.
He knows my day of death.

But even so my day of Life
He knows forevermore.
He knows to keep my dearest, wife,
for Child, I Him implore.

I have no strength the Lasting Day
will be my loves' own Home,
but He that spoke the Word will say,
and for their saving come.

Each human breath, each beat of heart,
sustained by His Great Hand.
Each proffered Help from Earth's own start
is by His Loving Plan.

by Jay O’Toole
on December 10th, 2021