In the realm unseen, in the complexness of life,
Lies a binding force, unseen yet rife.
Laminin exists as a molecular grace,
The protein embrace that holds our mortal trace.
A cross in form, in microscopic view,
God’s design revealed, a testament true.
A cross-shaped reminder, that our existence is bound.
Without it, we crumble down, a truth profound.
Colossians speaks of Jesus, preeminent and true,
Before all things, in Him, all truths pursue.
The cross, the nexus, where salvation finds its start,
Without Jesus, lacking heart, we’re adrift, torn apart.
Spirit-led thoughts, emotions refined,
God’s wisdom unveiled, in speech and mind.
The cross of Jesus, the cornerstone so strong,
like Laminin we belong in this micro-cosmic song.

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