Random Chance, Or Divine Expanse

So many leave the fold of traditional religions Bristling at all their manifold restrictions Mustn't eat this, shouldn't drink that Always cover your head with a hat What they say is little doubt very true Based on the now-popular point of view Wherein after this world came into being All of life's random chance, with no foreseeing So if we're nothing but tiny specks of sand If there exists no grandiose master plan Then all those 'Don'ts' don't mean a hill of beans Rather, let's eat and drink to satiation, by all means But if the sweep of sun and moon and planetary stars If ocean, forest and desert, the cosmos near and far Begs us ascribe the universe to intelligent design Then to follow the Designer's rules, is by no means asinine