I think of you God and numbers match,
so deeply rooted these memories never scratch.

Trying to walk in your footsteps O Father,
Thy affection travels from a brother to brother.

Old and New ways, nothing is hidden from,
You are all knowing, bringer of the storm.

These expressions, but you are The Empty Land,
To places we don’t understand, blessings we send.

In my head are the spirit molecules you created,
Countless things, those who tried, view-related.