February 12, 1997

up!  Up!  UP!

(against evolution)

up from the slime where we were born

on through the years with varying form

time and chance their will to work

on and on our past to shirk

up

on we grow through countless ages

having left behind forgotten pages

we come, we come, we go, we go

hither, thither, we cannot know

up

Up

up from the mire and through the goo

up through the fin and fur and shoe

up through gases and solids and carbon

up till we’re finally forced to have garb on

up

Up

UP

till at last our journey’s run

we lie here basking in the sun

faces aglow and eyes alight

there's nothing left to give us fright

up!

Up

UP

and still we grow and change our world

and all about us flags are curled

yet we and ours we search and scan

looking all about for that thing called man

up!

Up!

UP

we have our thoughts we know our mind

we're far improved on what's left behind

our neighbours on this world to share

but we are here and they are 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 elusive thought 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 bodies conceive a will

develop concepts, 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 the thoughts that course 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

all is wrong and all is right

whether love, or talk, or fight

up?

the very morals I possess

deny the past that some do guess

if I consider good or bad

by my very thought the dream's been had

if a fish had lungs but had no air

he wouldn't  breath, he couldn'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 grief, my joy, or 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 in 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 in 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 in:

"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