Though circumstances may rail against you,
Though people may press you into a corner,
Though life squares up to you with the gloves off,
Though success eludes you,
Though your plans lie in tatters,
Because you are made of precious Godly dust,
Formed in the secret places,
Created, not thrown together by happenstance,
You really do.
You’re a chip off the ancient block.
Made in the Creator’s image,
And no words, lawsuits, libel or accusations
Can ever take that away from you.