In His image, we’re shaped, with a spark divine,

Words we weave, like threads, in a sacred design.
To speak and to act, in harmony true,
Reflects the Creator in all that we do.

But when promises falter, when vows go astray,
A shadow falls heavy, a price we must pay.
For God, in His essence, so simple, so just,
Holds truth as a fire, consuming distrust.

Harsh seems His judgment, unyielding, severe,
Yet love fuels His wrath, for His Son held it dear.
Faithful, unbroken, Christ walked the straight line,
So mockery’s shadow could never entwine.

Envy creeps softly, a whisper, a sting,
When trust in another’s word falters, takes wing.
We’re built to believe, to rely on the true,
Yet hearts stray and wander, as mortals will do.

But God’s holy jealousy, fierce and yet pure,
Burns for our hearts, for our love to endure.
Righteous and zealous, He calls us to rise,
To mirror His passion with unwavering eyes.

Be jealous for truth, for the unity grand,
Where creation’s full chorus joins hand in hand.
Express every sorrow, let experiences pour,
For success lies in faith, through the Spirit’s own door.

In administering justice, with love as our guide,
We walk in His likeness, with Him at our side.
Consistent in word, in our actions, we strive,
To reflect the divine, where eternity thrives.