Creator
Who made the stars
The ones shining in the night
They are named
Did you know?
Not one is forgotten
What is that you say?
Were they not made?
Did they burst forth with no reason?
Science, you say
Fact, you say
Impossible, I say
Look around you
Tell me again
Do you believe what you say?
No, I do not believe
There is One who creates
He is the Master artist
The sky is His canvas
He paints with color
Unable to capture
We just stare in wonder
The gall of some
I stand appalled
You still try to convince
To tell me of nonsense
I know who He is
Your Creator and mine
Take the blinders off
Unveil your eyes
Science, I say
Fact, I say
Definite, I say
I have studied science
It only just confirms
The inadequacy of your reason
The lengths of His glory
I have not all the answers
Not even close
But I know this much is true
And I will tell you as I bring to a close
The Creator is not very far
He is closer than the nearest star
You can know too
If you but ask
The blinders will fall
The Truth revealed
How Great is our Creator
The Ruler of All
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