Who makes the grass green?
Who paints that lovely scene?
Or causes the trees to bloom,
To awake from Winter's gloom?
Who colors them with a different hue?
Pink, white, red and purple too?
Who tells the daffodils to shine so,
In their sunny suits, all aglow?
Who tells the birds to return,
To make families, and for this to yearn?
Who brings the rains to soften the ground,
Which brings forth the tulips all around?
Did things just evolve this way,
With no one to guide this grand display?
The problem with this, my unbelieveing friend,
The creator of all, you must face in the end.
Choosing not to believe in God's creation,
Makes you a fool, in my estimation;
Why live at all, if we are just going to die,
And cease to exist, with no by and by.
So to you my great intellectual friend,
Why not face God now, and not in the end;
He is waiting to forgive you, so why not believe,
And of His grace and mercy freely receive
© 2005 by Paul H. Leaman
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