It's been a year now since she fell
From out the vaulted blue,
Her seven spirits rising high
O'er bodies they once knew.
Their spirit of adventure stays
With us now left behind.
That spirit leads us still to strive
To stretch our common mind,
To reach out yet to other worlds,
To seek what lies "out there."
While I, earthbound, can only wait
And send a grateful prayer
To God, who watches o'er us all,
Who wants us to improve,
To struggle with our trials here
And gain the strength of Love.
For True Love won't come easily,
But only suff'ring long.
Then bursting forth from troubles,
Will fill us with a song.
January 21, 2004
When God Created
When God created all He made,
Did He create it blank,
Or did He put the details in?
I'll tell you; I'll be frank.
He didn't leave it all to chance;
It wasn't some great prank.
He didn't start it like a toy,
With the turning of a crank.
We find a clock that's running true
And know that it was wound.
But e'en before that winding too,
Before it made a sound,
Before it turned a gear, we know
A Maker must be found.
It would be folly not to know;
We are by reason bound.
We see the moving of the hands,
As they, their rounds pursue,
But no idea we have of when
Their journey will be through.
Nor do we know the day nor hour
Their stirrings started new.
The Maker knows these things alone,
His explanation's true.
Was Adam ever any thing
But human in his shape,
When God sent him from Eden's gate
In skins of creatures draped?
He had no ancestors on Earth,
Amoeba, fish, or ape.
Our claim to have evolved from them
Would make the creatures gape.
There's been no human better fit
Than Adam in his prime.
To say that Evolution works
From simple to sublime
On creatures of the ancient past
Arranged in passing time,
Just doesn't jive; it doesn't fit,
Like listening to a mime.
We see the moving of God's hands --
We see the Maker's handiwork
Beyond Time's early bounds.
If we will seek the Truth from Him,
We'll hear His whispered sounds,
And with the Truth He gives to us
Our soul He surely founds.
January 22, 2004
They say Uranium decays
At constant rate to Lead.
And by comparing mass to mass,
Compute how time has fled.
But can they know how much was there
When Time first got its start?
Or does the assumption make it less
A Science, more an Art?
Another way decay computes
How long since something died
Is Carbon 14, which, they think
Is constant, eons-wide.
But here again, assumption made
Means certainty is lost.
To follow "science," wrongly named,
Exacts a fearful cost.
But God was there, where we can't go
With test tubes, tapes, and clocks.
His Word is True; it's all we need.
His secrets it unlocks.
It's more important to know why
Than how we came to be,
And knowing we are sons of God
Means more than all to me.
January 22, 2004