Sonnet

If he has put him in command of everything.
He has left nothing which is not under his command.
To whose praise should we sing.
God of everything in hand.

We barely comprehend.
Who has control.
Who can break and mend.
Or how we can be made whole.

What is man that you should spare a thought for him.
The Son of Man that you should care for him.
No, we are not here by some whim.
We are a holy limb.

But only if there is a god for whom everything exists.
And through Whom everything exists.

Haiku

Yes a god for all
That exists and yes for Whom
Everything exists