Chances Are
Ayon L. Bbaxter
Copyright © December 16, 2011 Ayon L. Baxter. All rights reserved
Bang! Is that how it started?
Something came out of nothing?
Just happens to be crafted?
Chances are we all are here?
Span galaxies if you can;
Tell, pray me, how they pace time?
He who counts the hairs of man,
Chances are; made them sublime.
He, who made the universe,
And then placed the stars in space;
Who, made their lights to disperse,
Chances are; He sees your face!
He who painted the flowers
Red and blue and yellow, hues,
Sends rainbows with the showers
Chances are had left some clues.
Fluffy clouds, lightning, thunder
Who spoke and it came to be?
He who designed, now ponder,
Chances are loves you and me.
Chances are He did it…!
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