Some Unfinished Business

Psalm 8:3-4

 

 

How many worlds

Did You make, Lord?

Not finished yet,

You say!

Still strewing stars

Like confetti

Out in Your

Milky Way?

 

Marvelous, Your creation.

Millions of stars I see;

Satellites of Your glory,

Studding eternity!

 

Standing in awe and wonder,

Answer me if You can:

With all the worlds to think of,

Why do You think of man?

 

Tell me, O Lord Creator,

(Promise You will not smile!)

Why in Your whole creation

Only mankind is vile?

 

I thought I heard You laughing?

How could I be so dim?

Where there’s a man who’ll let You,

You’re still at work

On him!

John Gowans, O Lord Not More Verse!

 

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