God's Workmanship

A note; a chord; a melody.
Some strings; some horns; a symphony.
Then lovely sounds of harmony.

A thought appears invisibly;
A pen; a pad; some poetry
To worship God's divinity.

The stars and moon; the sun up high,
Reveal His glory in the sky
Which begs the question, who am I?

I live and breathe and laugh and cry
And age with days that pass on by
Yet still I wonder, who am I?

Lord, could it be You think of me,
Within all this complexity,
Your loving creativity?