God
I see a new born child innocent of all
A blue print
Designed by someone
And a tear doeth fall
I see an egg crack open
A chick emerges from within
A blue print designed by someone
To ignore it is a sin.
A blade of grass pokes through
After the droughts and then rains fall
Surely there was a plan
Surly there’s a design to it all.
I see the tears drops fall
As one is taken from them in death
If this was supposed to happen
Would we really breathe our last breath?
The pain it leaves when one is gone
But what is one to do?
There must be a reason
For all we see and do.
From birth to death there is food for all
Yet we see baby’s born in innocence
For them to live and suffer
Really makes no sense
In the good book the word of God
It’s written for us to read
Surely there must be something there
Our battered senses plead.
If God made the earth
And then made earthling man
I suppose we must trust
He really has a plan.
For the Bible tells us
Of God and his attributes
The word tells us we are in his image
And surely God tells the truth
So what and who is God
Will we ever know?
We are made in his image
So why does evil flow?
© MT 30/07/2014
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2014
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