God is not an author of confusion

The very hairs on your head are numbered
So never ever think your life is a blunder
Your footsteps are ordered
However unpleasant or sordid
There's always a silver lining
And always sun rays shining
Even though you feel rejected
Broken or dejected
HE is the author of your life
Even in times of bitter strife
Before the sun was made
He knew your every thought
He created the numbers from a billion to nought
He is the creator of the stars
The milky way is the work of his hands
Mazzaroth and all the grains of sands
In the darkness
He commanded light
To blinded eyes He brought sight
With a blow from His mouth
He brought down Satan's house
In the midst of chaos
He brought divine order
His reign doesn't end with the border
He seems to be always late
But He is always on time
The greatest Author of whom the greatest book was written
He will always be the greatest Man ever known
From His hand, the morning star was blown
No one can take His place
No one has seen His face
He who has no descendant, kin or wife
Elohim, the Author of life

By Eden Van der Nest