I am not my body,
I am not my mind.
I look like my creator who is divine.
He lives neither in heaven nor Hell,
He lives in the breeze that moves throuhggh the trees.
He rest on the lilies that smell so sweet,
He is in the water that we use to keep us on our feet,
He shines in the sun from morning till day is done.
He watches over us on the darkest of nights,
and even in the nights so bright.
we breathe him in and exhale him out.
He flows through our veins
and is in the cold wet rain.
He is the Father,
the son,
and the Holy
ghost.