a/for hymn/him

God, be still my heart!
thy work of art is clear to see —
by my weeping at thy creation of he, 
i wonder: hast thou make me a believer of thee?

his softness, thou picked from delicate clouds
and warmth poured in from thy fevered sun
his smile, th’best thy e’er endowed
and such a heart, thine only made one

he is divine, and heaven-sent 
of this, i know and am hell-bent
so i sing to thee my loudest hymn
for creating him, creating him, creating him

Happy 30th birthday, my love.