I’m a billion year old speck of dust,
In random selection I place my trust,
Struck by lightning I’m now animated,
From the ground which I came I’m now liberated.
Out of the void and darkness and muck,
By random chance, by sheer dumb luck,
I now have life by a freak accident,
By Mother Nature not God I’ve been sent.
I dreamed of becoming a fish or a bird,
To say God made me is truly absurd,
I became whatever I wanted to be,
I am the captain and god of my own destiny.
But some fools think there’s a creative mind,
Behind life and creation and all mankind,
Whom they praise and worship and give the glory,
But this God has no place in my creation story.
Gen 1:1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.