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An extended metaphor in honor of our Creator. |
| There is no author like the Lord Who writes our tales on golden pages; His plume from a dove's pure white wing Dipped in ink of everlasting love. He inspires creations through His own And fills His library with our work. He wills us to form our own plots, Though sometimes He may intervene, And help us to improve upon our craft. Guiding our hearts to live the words That He will bind in heavenly light; There is no author like the Lord. |