Crafted by the hands of God and by that we are uniquely made

Our uniqueness never fades.

Given life by God's breath and when Adam and Eve sinned against Him we all deserved God's wrath. 

But in his infinite wisdom he decided a different path.

He sent his Son to die for his crafts?  

My mind can't seem to fathom that. 

He died, but rose again. Death did not have the last laugh. 

He adored our relationship so much that he was willing to be killed. 

Crafted by the hands of God, and also saved by the hands of God.

People always seemed to call me odd, but I am uniquely made by the hands of God!

Everything else was spoken into existence... but us.

God, the savior, father and elegant artist.

I can't help but to smile! I am God's child. He knows me from my Mohawk to my feet.

He knows every one of my heart beats.

We are unique... We are unique.