Decorate this tree, with Prayer to God,
Be Right-with-Jesus, Redeemed,
Eternal Bliss, without the Iron Rod,
Blessings beyond any, man has ever dreamed.
By Arley Steinhour
December 18 2012
I'm a spec, you're a speck,
in this Spectrum, we call man,
Man's a speck, of different specks,
In this Spectrum, Earthly plan.
Earth, of course, becomes a spec,
Of specks, in Spectrum Sun, called Sol,
Then, Sol, of course, is but a fleck,
Among the Sun-flecks, of Milky Way, et-al.
By now, you see, 'we' be not much more,
Than a spec on a spec, on a four deep Spectrum,
No longer can be seen, as a spec on floor,
One more jump to Galactic spec, in Top SPECTRUM.
Easy to see that we cannot be, tops in line of 'specs,'
Stopping now, we'd be the bottom rung of specs,
So, we head the other direction, looking at the specs,
Look in mirror, start count with our biggest of specs.
Our skin is truly a very big speck, in the spectrum we call 'me,'
Just below, the reason for Science, the specs needed, to be 'me,'
Skin, bone, muscle, and blood, the count truly does run free, in 'me,'
With any one gone, the me, I know, would never again be 'me.'
Without boring you with the sciences, or the specs that lie below,
The electron microscope has shown, more specs, on and on they go,
With one thing, almost absolute, for sure, we haven't seen the whole show,
Except that we, through Science prove, God made All, and evolution is 'No-Go!'
Christmas is the Season,
The Birth of God, we Celebrate,
There is no other Reason,
CELEBRATE, Don't be Late.
AMEN AMEN AMEN AMEN
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