Cells. A bundle of cells.
A bundle of cells is all that I am
I do not compare, I have nothing to share
A bundle of cells, a bundle of cells
I will not amount to more than a bundle
A bundle of cells who’s world will soon crumble
I find that my cells are small and distraught
A bundle of cells who lost when they fought
A BUNDLE OF CELLS is what I will be
No more than a bundle of cells you will see
A bundle of cells all crammed in this being
My bundle is tired, exhausting the meaning
The meaning of life is more than a cell
My cells have all failed, the world once yelled
What is my purpose sitting here in this chair
To train my bundle of cells to prepare
To prepare for a life full of wonder and awe
Too bad my poor bundle has subdued to the law
The law is the old, grace is the new
This bundle of cells will certainly do.
Moral of the poem: The world tells me I am only a bundle of cells(technically I am) and that I will amount to nothing. However Romans 5 suggests that the law is the past and grace is the new. SO, we don’t need to listen to the world but the Spirit inside along with the Word to know that we are much more than a bundle of cells.