A Divine Touch

We’re looking for answers a little too much,
Then the glory of God and His divine touch
Come into play, for we all need a crutch,
To banish the demons, come through in the clutch.

For how is He best, for those who are worse,
Blinded by ruin, for some cause or some curse,
When all we are seeking is a doctor or nurse,
Or an elite championship with an amazing purse! 

Everything does matter, when push comes to shove –
We seek a reunion with the Good Lord above.
With maturity comes excellence, taught with self-love,
For innocence sustains – fitting sure, like a glove.

It must be worth the fine spirit we inject,
For a message to be timely, worthwhile, and correct.
And something worth getting has a faith to protect
The social norms which we may safely inspect…

Send your best love and involve any faker,
For they’re soon to enjoy much hope from their Maker.
Awarded the spoon for their naughty back-breaker,
They’ll rescue themselves, as will most any taker…