Intelligence Created Intelligence

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)