You Are My Life

I wrote this as a freshman in college some years back. I hope you enjoy! Keep in mind I was a Biology major at the time. You Are my Life They say they that biologically an individual has nine classifications to pass before they are considered alive. Among them are; response to stimuli, metabolism, reproduction, organized structure, genetic material, maintain homeostasis, have continuity, change, and have the ability to acquire and use energy.

See my life isn’t just displayed physically,
But it is the manifestation of Him that has allowed me to be alive holistically,
So my classification number one,

Response to Stimuli is jarred when his hand wisps onto my eyes,
Allowing me to see my lifeline, he connects me to him through a spiritual oxygen causing my muscles to contract and pulsate, Causing me to exhale not a second too late,
So perfect and without criticism,
That was classification number two, Metabolism

From the smallest insect on earth,
To the wildest tornado’s funneling suction,
My uterus makes me a woman, And every 28 days, a candidate for reproduction,
So quickly you’ve come to see,
That I’ve finished classification number three

My DNA is so unique there’s none else like me,
More complicated than a serial number, this is my genetic material,
Complete and helical down to the core, That was my number four

My body temperature is at a constant 98.6,
But my physical and spiritual often encounters cold weather and unexplainable tricks,
Safely from the storm I am protected, and any problems I have are detected,
My life is looked after on an unconditional basis, so he watches my number five,
He maintains my homeostasis

My continuance is possible only through a constant flow of the blood through my veins,
Donated by the one and only,  He called me by name
He caused me to be complete throughout with Phospholipid bilayers, cells, organelles, and membranes,
This shows me that I am completely sustained, So you see my continuance is my number six

Sustained through life’s ups and downs,
Sustained through smiles and frowns,
Still alive through the hurts aches and pains,
And as I grow older with age,
I realize that he is the master of my ability to change,
Being the number of his day of rest in heaven,
He’s my guidance to change and my number seven,

So distinctly comprised and built with the perfect form and function,
My organized structure is shockingly too complex to dissect,
With all the molecules and atoms and things inside me to date,
My architecture and complete furniture creates my number eight

Now counting down on the last number, nine,
I can run, jump and, climb,
I can  know that He is mine,
My radiance exemplifies his bright light shining through,
Using ATP, I am sparked by his guiding light and drawn toward his presence,
And when too tired and expelled all of what was mine,
I know that He's had completed my classification number nine!

You are… My air, My energy, My stability, My guide to change, My continuance, My life within me, My unique fingerprint, My organization, And My Acknowledgment

You are My Life