The Stuff of His Imagination
God had to exist forever
Or nothing could be
All around us is evidence
The very fact that we can see
From nothing comes nothing
Random acts didn't create man
I'm no monkey's relative
I'm part of God's plan
As I look out my window
I let my mind flow
Seeking knowledge
From the God I wish to know
Within my minds eye
I travel back in time
I pray for understanding
The face of the Divine
With logical thinking
If I go back far enough
There can be nothing from nothing
Only God can create stuff
We are the stuff of his dreams
It is through him that we are real
Our mind body and spirits
Interconnected spokes on life's wheel
What is small is big
What is big is small
There is only one hand
Who can hold it all
So I look to the heavens
I try to comprehend
Nothing is truly random
With a God that has no end
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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