Man

This is a "rebuttal" to a poem called "Fur Theo Van Doesburg" by Hans Arp translated from German in which he verbalizes the utter hopelessness of the view that man is a cosmic accident of nature, a blight on an earth struggling to evolve; a view of man in which there is no acknowledgement of his Creator.
The view of man that I wrote about in this bit is man as he was designed to be in Eden, what he ought to be today, and one day because of Christ's sacrifice on the cross...what he will be.

"Man"

Head upward, eyes upward

Arms outstretched to the skies

He stands, worshiping his Creator

Who breathed life into the dust

he stands upon

He is crowned with glory and honor

Lovingly fashioned in the image of his God

He converses with his Maker as with a friend

he worships and adores Him

he sees, he hears, he speaks

communing with his Author

he lives, he laughs, he loves

possessing the attributes of the Most High

Fully fashioned after his God

In every way

To think God's thoughts after Him

And walk with Him hand in hand

Head upward, eyes upward

Arms outstretched to the skies

He stands, worshiping his Creator

Who breathed life into the dust

he stands upon

The Creator

This piece is simply a bunch of pieces of scripture snipped out of different places and glued, ransom note/Waffle House sign style onto paper. I love the imagery of a master craftsman meticulously plying his trade:

"The Creator"

In beginning, God created the heavens and the earth,

laid the beams of the earth thereof,

stretched a line across it,

set the foundation,

established the cornerstone,

measured the waters in His hand,

meted out heaven with a span,

comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure,

weighed the mountains in scales,

and the hills in a balance.

He made the sea, and His hands formed the dry land

He stretched out the heavens by His understanding,

They are the work of His fingers,

and He ordained the moon and stars,

He is the Maker of the Seven Stars and Orion

Who binds the Plaides

and brings forth Arcturus with his sons

and calls out the Mazzeroth in her season.

There is nothing too hard for You!

What is man that you would be mindul of him? And think upon him?

And be made in his likeness for the suffering of death?