The Source of All Things

The down-feathered chick, knowing to trust its mother's wings,
The beautiful bird, with its talent to sing.
A spider, with such acrobatic skill,
And a mosquito, small, yet with power to kill.
From whence did it all come?

The sun, with its incredible light,
The fierce wind that sends even trees to flight.
A storm, with its thunderous roar,
And an ocean with its never-ending shore.
Again, I ask, from whence did it all come?

The human, with such complex design,
Which surpasses our frame of mind.
From whence did it come?
Again and again I will answer, it cometh from the Lord.

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