God’s Plaything Man

No truer words were ever spoken than A plaything of our Lord to call a man. For is there anything a man has tried That God’s in no position to deride? He’s seen no God, but still he is so proud That a god-like one he calls himself aloud. His senses all with selfish love gone blind, He thinks the world for him alone designed. He’d been before he was; when he’s not there, He shall remain. Oh, fools are everywhere.

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