On that day, when the Lord created you
Nothing else was done
Got up early, picked up his pen
Began sketching
The day passed, but not a moment of rest
Did the artist need
As if utterly spellbound
The master crafted you
The image was exquisite
Miraculous, one could say
A divine form you were given
Aside the picture he noted, you will never
Be bound by mortal laws
To those of you, still in doubt of the Lord
I have a simple answer to give
If ever they laid their eyes on you
At once they would turn to faith