Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, and Alien Intervention

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

Our origins, our births and our deaths,

Questions asked from days of old,

what has given us all our breathes?

Did all evolve from a tiny seed,

to become giants, reptiles on the earth,

When did human kind get its start,

and what was the day of our birth?

Great mysteries on this earth abound,

many on a path to be unsolved,

Has our benevolent God created all things,

an answer to be resolved?

Perhaps our origins, of a weird mistake,

coming of the eons, long ago,

Then each of us to develop somehow,

being without any blue print to grow.

Could alien life forms have intervened,

to be the genuine fathers of all,

Mothers to have been from this earth,

and controlled, having no recall?

Perhaps they came from far away,

to our warm planet and to engineer,

The shapes that we now may have,

our life course, that they could steer.

Not mattering from where or how we all came,

there's a Father, who's absolute,

Yes, a creator of all, the universal genius,

a figure that none can dispute.

Found in the spirit of light and all life,

to unfold, mystery and the unknown,

By His goodness of our being alive,

and to enjoy, evidence, He has shown.

Sometimes, with a few words expressed,

Relates to all, how we've been blessed!

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