Is He an Earthworm who shoves through sand? With amazing hunger, strength and toil, Changing filth and muck to soil, So that someday we will see, A full grown, well fed, Mustard Tree?
Or is He Tapeworm inside our minds? Turning what was cruel to kind, Repairing our O.S. from within, So we may interface with Him? Both choices work I think, As we: Need so much help to finish free. So both are truth, not poetry.