It is better to see than to be seen
Similarly, to listen, than to hear
The meaning lost and split in between
The heart then proclaims it very clear
Adage states, that one might agree
‘Tis better to give than to receive
The gift from above, the will is thus freed
In humility, one trusts and believes
Not all with patience, a glancing smile
The many will boast and also reject
The pitiful journeys and haunting trials
Binding the truth in disrespect
Who visions the majesty imagined
To trade it for money and fame
Founded treasure in field, partitioned
For the glory of Him who came
Who colors the day with its sunlight
But for science, there’s no one to claim
Who gives radiance to darkness by moonlight
From miracles or set in cosmic terrain
Is it just two plus two, mathematics
No Potter to speak and create
A matter of evolutionary tactics
It designed calculation, not fate
With all vast and intricate knowledge
Without wisdom what lessons were gained
Who frees us from folly and bondage
Who makes us see glory through pain
If it were simple and evident
From molecules truth was conceived
That natural selection was meant
To be science and worshipped, perceived
Then, it is better to boast and to toast
To the little gods, given the nod
Who then, to blame, pity the most
To those who love Jesus as God
Acuity is keen in one’s thought
Not sarcasm, lust, greed or wit
Once dead, whatever you brought
Meaningless foibles, worth spit
The legacies, useless, unfounded
Like Towers of Babel, proclaimed
Left your beliefs fully grounded
In trite peccadilloes and shame
The only true thought, bears repeating
The love our God who is King
If in you, place your trust, you are cheating
Your salvation that Christ only brings