The Gamble
God doesn't play parlor games
Nor does he throw the dice
With the future being the corner stone
That is built on Jesus Christ
It is man who gambles for his life
With every slight of hand
And still he has yet to find
The fortune of his demands
God doesn't take and shuffle cards
Like a dealer of Blackjack
He knows where everything is hidden
And where it should be at
Where man so often fumbles
In the playing of his cards
God in all his wisdom
Has a count on all the stars
With no two ways about it
Man will always choose the losing hand
Never should you doubt it
When he deals in the life of sin
Not only does God play dice,
but ...he sometimes throws them where they cannot be seen.
~Stephen Hawking
This is my rebuttal to a quote from Stephen on a photo site I am on.
God does not gamble with dice nor our lives.
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