A Final Destination in the Stars
As the Lord God of all and our fine creator casts his worlds far into space,
Every star, its planets swirl and turn about, each knowing all's own place.
Predetermined positioning, the galaxies, amid a grandest universal plain,
The tiniest atomic combination, protons, electrons, neutrons, every grain.
Greatest designs, universes within universes, galaxies sprinkled like rain,
Solar systems with revolving satellites, their individual planetary domain.
Vital elements composing every atmosphere, those having a living kind,
All mixed through and through, its clay, by a loving potter's hands, divine.
Our Earth, its moon, families of neighboring planets, orbit our father Sun,
Dependent upon his warmth and light, to survive until each day is done.
He gives us light to see, as a clock, its time, a guiding calendar for the year,
Without this solar benefactor, all not to exist, every grain would disappear.
Living on earth, we're always resolving, were we placed here, or all evolving,
Matters not, for we are here, every one, and about our sun star, all revolving.
Every story has its own beginning, every creation, has a maker, so intending,
Beautiful composition, as a universal music, sings to the stars, never ending.
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