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" Design "
Consider ye, a crimson rose
Then think, of the designer
For who compares
To HIM, upstairs
To create, something finer
Then think about GODS greatest work
The making of mankind.
For HE made him in, HIS likeness first
Perfection in design
HE formed a body, from the dust
Then breathed into it, life
Then ponder ye, a tall oak tree
Who's branches reach for sky
Is not, it's top, of GODS own crop
Not made from man's design
Envision ye, a youngster's face
Do not, their eyes so shine?
Unspoiled by greed, and worldly needs
Their lamp, is light, sublime
Design is just a man made word
To define, how somethings made
But men can not, come near to what
Our FATHER, has displayed
Then look up, on some star filled night
And see many orbs, of bright
Observe HIS works, the universe
HIS signature, in lights
Who can define?, The LORDS design,
When it comes down to HIS works
The babes in wombs, designed by whom?
The DESIGNER, whom comes first!
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