We Stand Assured of Our Creation
The fact that we were all created,
by hands of a most benevolent kind,
Is perhaps more than a trillion to one,
and in leaving nothing to chance.
When calculated by a brilliant mind,
with a pen and a presence so fine,
A like gesture so pure, as a rose's scent,
and is not due to circumstance.
Why would a man be born, and so given life,
to be made of the earth's own clay,
His intelligence so grand, a part of the plan,
and a key to unlock each day?
The mystery of life, is solved by our faith,
and we must endure, in every way,
No matter a protest or false beliefs,
we can be assured that we're here to stay.
As marbles dropped upon the ground,
to be knocked then from within a ring,
Are our planets so thrown, by a childish hand,
from within his pocket, to bring?
How can a mind, but to think in kind,
and as not in our being wonderfully made,
Must the stars all fall, from their heavenly stall,
as in a proof of some charade?
As surely as the sun gives its grand light,
and to warm our world, to us, held dear,
The Creation of all, both great and small,
then has a reason and in it all, so clear..
The Universe, and all that's within,
the sun and moon, in the heavens that we see,
are each a part of one good heart,
and by heaven, they were all so meant to be.
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