Who is like unto You, o Lord!
Bare hands You used when creating man
Record You kept of all the members
Of my body, ever before any of them was!
The LORD is Your name.
Word goes around in some circles
Of some saying
God does not exist
And life is but dust
Of stars, that were born out of nothing at all; ignoring
The design, consciousness, the soul, the balance in nature
Testimony after testimony that these give
Of the intelligence of a programmer of intelligence itself
Jesus the Son, the Maker thereof
Christ that fills all in all
And in whose existence all things consist, and exist
Of the supernatural genius of the genetic engineer
All over the world, He equates to none!
Things with organized complex DNA execute code, and repair themselves
That is no coincidence!
He coded it, worded it- and
Saw it was good.
(Every first word of every subsequent line in the poem comes from Revelation 1 verse 2, KJV)
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(Every first word of every subsequent line in the poem comes from Revelation 1 verse 2, KJV). That is, this verse: Who bare record of the word of God, and of the testimony of Jesus Christ, and of all things that he saw.