Can chance create a sunrise which
emblazes scarlet skies?
Can chance provide the sparkling
that brightens happy eyes?
Can chance design such beauty
that surrounds us every day?
Could we be made by accident,
is it to chance we pray?
The highest flying birds and clouds
the deepest seas yet to explor
The mountain tops in misty shrouds--
and yet you must see more?
The feeling of a human heart
The ability to cry and love,
Chance can't fit into this part,
All is from our God above.
Created in his image,
whos souls are bought by blood
No where in this life can fit
The chance we're made by luck.
10-23-04
They are truly 'without excuse'.
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