His Poetry/My Doodling

I am not a poet, and I know it! Of course, I am capable of writing a couple of lines that rhyme, but I fall far short of thinking in a poetic manner. I admit that I admire those who seem to be able to craft multiple lines that tell a story or teach a lesson while at the same time having a natural rhyme or rhythm. This week we will consider how God, by His great love, reached down into the lives of dead doomed people, lifted them up, secured them to himself, and then made big plans to work through them for His purposes. He used a word in doing this which means "poem".