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February 12, 1997 – June 17, 2020
up! Up! UP!
up from the slime where we were born on through the years in varied form time and chance their will to work on and on our past to shirk
up
on we grow through countless ages leaving behind forgotten pages we come, we go, we fall, we grow willy-nilly, we cannot know
up Up
up from the mire and through the goo up through the fin and fur and shoe up through the gases and solids and carbon up to the time we choose to put garb on
up Up UP
until today our journey’s run we rest here basking in the sun faces aglow and eyes alight with nothing left to give a fright
up! Up UP
and still we grow and change and whirl and all about we change our world and we and ours we search and scan and proclaim as best this beast called man
up! Up! UP
we have our thoughts we know our mind we're far improved on what's left behind though kin-beast dwell this world we share yet we stand here and they crouch there
up! Up! UP!
the chasm between us can't be surmounted and how we got here can't be accounted but here we are and here we’ll stay and since we're here it's as we say
up? Up! UP!
but one conundrum yet remains after all this time, how do our brains wrap around a thought and build until all opposing thoughts are killed
up? Up? UP!
and another, more troubling still, how do our minds conceive a will develop ideals, either right or wrong, or write a word, or sing a song
up? Up? UP?
if it's true that from the beasts I differ, (or from that distant green conifer) by thoughts that course inside my head how am I here, why aren't I dead
up? Up?
for in a realm derived by chance moral thought bears not a glance for all is wrong and all is right whether love or hate or talk or fight
up?
the very morals I possess deny the past that many guess and if I ponder good or bad by that thought the dream's been had
if a fish had lungs but had no air he couldn't breathe, he wouldn't dare thus if some deed begins my cryin' it must truly be by some design
my righteous mind cannot remain where time and chance have their domain there'd be no use, it'd all be madness my life, my joy, and all my sadness
I can't express philosophic joy and not remain my Creator's boy if I can think and say and feel I must bear on me the stamp and seal
of He who is and stands alone before the world and all its stone it can’t be aught as He has made it for by its thought my mind betrayed it
“...the fool says in his heart ‘There is no God!’....” “for since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities... ...have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made” by Him
I was reading tonight (February 12, 1997) from "Whatever Happened to the Human Race?" by Francis A. Schaeffer and C. Everett Koop and felt that I should write this.
Regarding the fish/lungs/air thing: If a fish had lungs but had no air would that be a step up or down? F.A.S. and C.E.K. make the point, I appreciated it and put it here.
Scripture from: Psalm 14:1 Romans 1:20
After Posting “up! Up! UP!” on Facebook
February 21, 2014
Reader - "Terrible poetry, but acceptable theology. But I still say that it's not necessary to believe in a 6 day creation as we understand days to praise the Creator for the wonderful universe He created."
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Writer - "Terrible poetry? Perhaps, but I like it. Acceptable theology? No, but I'm not trying to be merely acceptable in my theology, I'm trying to be right. No arrogance is intended, I'm only saying that if I'm going to believe in God I want to do it to the best of my ability. Necessary to believe in six days of creation to praise the Creator? No, even the mountains will praise Him and they believe nothing. Necessary to believe in six days of creation to show that one takes God at His word? Yes, because if I start to doubt what God says about creation why should I believe Him about salvation?"
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Writer - "Also, in this poem I wasn't only trying to say only that six day creation was theologically correct but that it is an inescapable truth. Once we start to ponder our origin we've already proven that we are created. Once we are created the need for countless ages disappears."
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Reader - "Just as your poetry is not a novel or an essay, so not all parts of the Bible are straight narrative. Most Biblical scholars recognize the literary aspect of the beginning of Genesis as not straight narrative."
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Writer - "Just as my poem states truth, despite its not being a novel or an essay, so the parts of the Bible that are not novel or essay also speak truth. Whether something is narrative or not is not an indicator of its ability to tell truth - otherwise every love song ever written says nothing and no hymn we sing in church has any meaning."
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Reader - "No more comments."
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