From God to ManA Poem by David Lewis PagetWhen
we were numbered as old men To
peak, at three score years and ten, God
thought to have contained our pride, As
all our knowledge with us died. But
man was formed in God’s own frame And
as such, he designed man’s brain, He
must have known that what we knew Would
be passed on, from me to you. And
all the knowledge of God’s mind For
generations, would unwind, Would
be recorded, pen and ink And
give descendants cause to think. Our
language would become refined Beyond
what he, in grace, designed, Though
he, in anger, rent the tower Of
Babel, man defied his power. For
science, in its infancy Would
lift his veil of secrecy, Unravel
every atom known Of
knowledge, that was God’s alone. ‘Til
now, in pride and arrogance Men
say we happened here by chance, There
is no God up in the sky But
evolution brought us nigh! Man
is the ruler of his fate We
say, the lesson’s learned too late That
man’s corrupt, corroding hand Wreaks
pain and slaughter through the land. And
clever as men seem to claim We
can’t control the falling rain, We
hide beneath our lightning rods, But
still men strut, and think they’re Gods. He
sent the flood in times gone by Then
set his rainbow in the sky, But
if his covenant we break… It
may well be our last mistake! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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