Excuse Me

Is it not more to ask that this all happened by chance Then to faithfully bask in each and every single glance Is it not easier to believe with such an ample display Than it is to deceive that this is not the Lord's Way Is it not more calming to the heart in just knowing His Name Then denying this whole entire part or that Jesus ever came The peacefulness of His word alone in revealing His Amazing Grace Is so far less absurd than that of which one would say in replace Science being so fickle in lugging around that golden calf Being in such a pickle in butting up against God's Staff Could your breath be not better used as to all the world you decree Yet within you being so confused I find great concern in me So we continue down our own road in each sticking to our claim But the parable of what is sowed will forever remain the same The Lord spoke of the ground and the four types of soil A truth so easily found but you go ahead and continue to toil