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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
Nee Monkey, Mais Non Where one finds a watch, the watchmaker is present, As surely as if he stood, the piece held in his hand; For the product He designs, bears an imprint never absent, No matter, through the hourglass, the measure of sand. Where one finds the Watchmaker, a watch will be present, As surely as if His shop were a place near at hand; The product of His creation, He embues with His presence As dirt from the ground becomes special at His commmand. Never are the children given birth through His will, Lost to His presence, although they stray out of sight; Design in His creation, to them, speaks volumes, until, Him, they can find in the mind's darkest night. We are not alone, flotsam on some primordial sea, Mere accidents of nature, evolved monkeys into man! Design insists, a Designer created the things that be, And prior to His design, was purpose with a plan. __HA |
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