Just gaze as simple pond reflects,
With noble human intellects,
The water or the sky above,
Which one of these did man think of?

 

We’ve catalogued the greenery,
And, fauna in the scenery,
We know the content of each star-
In galaxies both near and far.

 

Now, yet some scoffers doubt that God,
Created this; I think that odd,
When they don’t know; they like to jeer,
They roll their eyes, and laugh and sneer.

 

A random roll of dice they say,
Produced the world in which we play,
Entombed within this mortal spool,
If we are wrong; then we’re the fool.

 

But, one man came to change it all,
Jesus the Christ and sin would fall-
The scoffers say what sin is this?
My life is fine and all is bliss.

 

The world’s defined on this great point,
Did Jesus rise, and then anoint,
His followers to spread the news,
New life is yours within the blues!

 

When you are on your death bed such,
You reach to Christ; it’s not a crutch,
The prodigal in life did roam,
He asked forgiveness, and was home!

Peter Lowell Paulson
October 22, 2013