Listen up,
I've got something to say!
Don't listen to them, they're lying!
Evolution is a myth,
Their explanation of creation, a lie.
It doesn't make sense; I can't see how it all fits,
Everything comes from something.
How can a world, a galaxy appear, -
"Boom! " Out of nothing?
It can't.
Just as trees don't make themselves into furniture,
Just as bricks don't appear or form a building,
This galaxy couldn't make itself even if there was something to make it with.
There had to be something out there,
And there had to be a plan somewhere, somehow.
And if there is a plan, there had to be a planner.
Don't you see?
There is only one explanation, and that is - God.
And if God is real, that means:
We're here for a reason; we have a purpose.
We are not in this fight alone; we never were.
God changes everything,
And with Him EVERYTHING falls into place.
(2014.10.1)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem