Symphony

When God calls me a symphony, He hears not just my voice, But the melody of my spirit, The harmony of my heart, The rhythm of my resilience, And the crescendo of my courage. When God calls me a symphony, He appreciates the composition of my character, The notes of my nobility, The chords of my compassion, And the tempo of my tenacity. When God calls me a symphony, He listens to the overture of my optimism, The sonata of my sincerity, The concerto of my commitment, And the rhapsody of my reverence. When God calls me a symphony, He understands the dynamics of my devotion, The pitch of my passion, The timbre of my trust, And the beat of my belief. When God calls me a symphony, He knows I am a work in progress, A masterpiece in the making, A melody yet to be mastered, A song yet to be sung. When God calls me a symphony, I am reminded that I am His creation, Crafted with care, love, and precision, A living, breathing testament, Of His divine orchestration.