I can draw with pen in hand,
Make clay or wood shapes to stand;
Add paint and ink for color,
Then call it art to others.
But, I can never craft a man,
A bird, a tree, or sod of land;
Their likeness I can form as art,
Still, I can never craft a heart.
God is Master Creator,
Ultimate Engineer for
Originating all life,
With beauty, motion—real life!
Look at how creative He is!
All beings show that they are His;
There's order from species to cell,
"My Perfect Creator" they tell.
Bones at core make scaffolding sure,
No bones? Then shells protect secure;
A spine brings posture, head atop,
And tails provide balance nonstop.
Trees of wood so they stand tall,
With deep roots so they don't fall;
Leaf, stem, trunk, pith, barb and shaft,
Put in place without first draft.
And then look at God's symmetry!
Left like right, only two, not three;
With front and back and fore to aft,
Or circular, compass-rose craft.
Each being a factory,
Wood, air, ink, pearl, herbs, zinc, seeds,
No boss—produce to meet needs.
Yes, God cares for His creation,
Watching all without cessation;
Smallest bloom on high tundra plane,
No man sees, yet God gives it rain.
And look how sharp God clothes them all!
Bright green algae, fuchsias not dull;
Each is dressed in Creation style,
That never fades—God's mercantile.
Clothes of scales, furs, down feathers,
Spines, wool, hair, bristles, leathers;
Not to leave them defenseless,
Tusks and horns knock prey senseless.
Creation's ecosystem's pure,
Forever tested, planet sure;
From pollinators, oh so small,
To antlers shed for hare to gnaw.
We know not all these cycles,
Yet, we must still be mind full;
God's Creator over all,
Master Designer of all.
For human minds to question this,
Is to negate that God exists;
Look close at all life you pass by,
"Master Designer!" they all cry.
By taking a long and thoughtful look at what God has created, people have always been able to see what their eyes as such can't see: eternal power, for instance, and the mystery of his divine being. So nobody has a good excuse. Romans 1:20 The Message