A lump of clay---formless, shapeless
Devoid of any loveliness,
To darkened eyes no usefulness
In this muddy, miry mess;
The Potter has a different view
He sees beyond this 'blob of goo'
Knows what it can be made into--
A special work He loves to do.
He fashions it with utmost care
Into a vessel rich and rare
A work unique without compare
Fit for King and Kingdom's Heir.
Each handmade work of art now stands
As testament to skillful hands
Which fashioned into something grand
A lump of clay once worthless, damned.
You say you need some evidence
To show that God is real;
If you could see you'd be convinced
So let us make a deal!!
If I can show through things you see
His witness is widespread
Would you not then with me agree
To check out all He's said??
At common things let's take a peek--
A bucketful of seeds--
Though similar they're all unique--
They could be plants or weeds!
Each one within its tiny shell
Has attributes intact;
We, in advance can now foretell
What they'll become in fact.
Does that speak 'random chance' to you
Or great intelligence?
I'm sure that should you think it through
Creation makes more sense!
The sun and moon and stars on high
Keep their appointed spot;
Such is the order of the sky
Their futures men can plot.
Take Venus' transit past the sun
Which science can forecast;
That says to me a great Someone
Once planned it in the past.
Now add to that the prophecies,
Those to this time fulfilled--
Seems One behind the scenes decrees
According to His will.
He's told us things that yet must be
All written in a book,
Where you and I can check and see--
Why don't you take a look!!
That you might seek, that you might find,
An ordered universe designed--
A truth none can evade!
By Vincent Lyons.