I stand and feel the wind go by
and watch the rustling of the leaves.
I know there is a God because
he made every one of the trees.
Did all the stars in the sky get in
their places from one big boom?
No, God hung them one by one,
like we would decorate a room.
I know scientists have pulled
my DNA apart by every strain.
Now let's see if they can make
a woman out of a rib from a man.
Can they give her a soul and have
her bear new life from within?
Will she know right from wrong
so she won't have to face her sins?
Why do they try and make me believe
things that I know are not so?
When I die I have no doubt I will have
a much better place to go?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore