Who Can Measure, My Lord?

Science has achieved an impressive undertaking in the flow

The advancement in medicine is quite the show

But, who can measure up to you my Lord?

They cry out, “Look what we have done!”

Be careful and listen to these words…

Remember! I am the One who granted you the means to do so, my son

 

I created you with intelligence

Do you feel this was a mere coincidence?

You duplicate the creatures from the heavens and earth

I was the One who gave them birth

I call the stars by name

While you sit in your lifeless labs collecting all the fame

I formed your beating heart with a fraction of My power

And set the beauty within a flower

I blew the breath of life into your lungs

And sent My son to forgive your wrongs

Your inconceivable Big Bang theory doesn’t make sense

Still, you continue to scatter this profound scheme based on a false pretense

Your stubborn, willful disdain feelings for me say I don’t exist

Despite the overwhelming evidence you persist

I formed you from dirt

And I AM the master in relinquishing internal hurt

Come off your lofty thinking

Humble yourselves to avoid sinking

Dear children, listen to my voice

For one day you’ll have to make a choice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Turning Point

 

Somewhere when the wind died down

I came to realize

Conceptions fall and reality materialized

When life appears somber

Numbness seeps through my pores

Undeniably the letdown is painful

With my past leaving me unstable

A light dims through

My eyes pivot along this unfamiliar corridor

 

I cry out, “Hello? Hello?”

Who is there? Please make yourself known.

I’m coming

Don’t leave

Grasping my way through the dark

I perceive the light ahead will be my start

Alas! What am I to do now?

I collapse to the ground in grief

Tears pouring down my face

In anguish I pray for relief

 

I beckon myself to get up

Get up! Get up!

Who is there to greet me?

I pick up my pace

The light is apparent

I beg to gaze upon the face of the one shining the light

I cannot be wrong

This must be right

I have arrived!

My heart pounds with expectation

I open the door, step through, and raise my head

…only to see a mirror with my own reflection

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