Ode to the LORD, His Heavenly Muse and Genius

Ode to the LORD, His heavenly Muse and Genius
For by the pot upon the stove, the spices meld
And the poem, though only I have touched it,
Comes out perfectly moulded several years anon;
I know not how the blessed song is fitted to perfection?
The artist, while he paints his lines, miraculous
Lines appear, which he hadn't painted, though they there
Appear through whatever means they do?
It is the Heavenly muse of Jehovah-Jyra
Muse and Genius of all--for by my hand alone,
No song could ever prosper, nor the painter
Nor the cook, nor the genius of any kind.
All must be done in its divine order.