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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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