The clay has turned
To the potter and said, “You did not make me,” As if life came from dead. Computers and watches, Each have patentee. Want to see evidence? Creation is plenty. Too complex To emerge naturally. Coincidence? Accident? It’s logical fallacy. DNA and protein, Which evolved first? They need each other Or we die at worst. If one part is missing, It can’t function and dies. Survival of the fittest, But evolution is lies. Things break down, Decline, deteriorate. The law of entropy Has sealed our fate. We all get old, And we will all die. Science can’t make life, Though they can try. Think and research Before it’s too late And you meet your Maker, But are stopped at the gate. You speculate, From God emancipate. What Jesus did, Don’t appreciate. Once dead, You can’t negotiate. There is time, Don’t procrastinate. Our life is vapor, Seek now not later. We do have a Creator Whose way is greater. Comments are closed.
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