Little Grace sat hugging her granddad
“Did God make you granddad”?
She said
As she stroked his old,
wrinkled face
Then ran her fingers
across his balding head
“Yes, sweetheart God
did make me”
Then she touched her
own face
“And did God make me
too”?
“Yes, God made you too
my little Grace”
She thought for a
moment then said
“Well in that case
then I guess
God must have fixed
the problems
In the manufacturing
process”
Our genes are passed on
To subsequent
generations
Our complete genetic
make up
Quirks, foibles, and
pre dispositions
Parts of us are
forever preserved
Due to the wonder of
genetics
And we can see in our
off spring,
Our own distinct
characteristics
Through this miracle
of procreation
The genes will even
carry
From generation to
generation
The basic instincts in
Genetic memory
What a pity that God
omitted
When he created Adam
The most important
genes of all
The ones to carry
wisdom
Oh guardian angel
Please watch over me
It would be a comfort
To feel the guarantee
That should I go
astray
Watching over me
You would be there
To guide me back to
safety
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The Saints and the Angels
Watch over us all the
year round
You never know they
are there
For they never make a
sound
But they are there
nonetheless
Watching over us
everyday
And they are there to
listen
When you have a need to
pray
And should some weary
soul
Let slip their earthly
bonds
They have angelic
company
On their way to the
great beyond
When you look out
Across the cityscape
The first impression
is one of planning
With order and method
A systematic landscape
Above a thriving
community
Running as a well
oiled machine
Every element doing
its part
A symbiotic
relationship
Every person a cog in
the machine
A perpetual entity
Evolving and changing
Redesigning itself
Outside the
conurbation
As if in stark
contrast
The country side and
nature
Appear chaotic and
haphazard
Without order or
method
Simple and ordinary
Lacking the
sophistication of civilization
But in reality the
urbanites live in chaos
Dysfunctional and
self-destructive
While in nature there
is structure and order
And the closer you
observe it
The more of its
complexities
And intricate
structures are revealed
Everything precision engineered
With order and purpose
Every organism
contains nature’s code
The building blocks of
our world
And of our universe
True sophistication
exists at every level
Complex and
extraordinary
So let man builds his
cities
While God builds
everything else
Calling all you Angels
Amidst the heavenly
host
Come in the name of
God,
Father, Son and Holy
Ghost
Answer the clarion
call
Of the sombre Last
Post
And take the fallen
hero
Amidst the heavenly
host
All across the globe
They are seen together
On every continent
And in every weather
The Christian cross
And the pagan tree
To celebrate the birth
Of Christianity
