Not Enough Faith

They say a painting needs no hand

A masterpiece, unplanned, unmanned

But every brushstroke tells a tale

Of purpose laid in fine detail

They say the stars arranged by chance

But math defies that wild stance

Tilt the axis, move the sun

And life would die before it begun

Oceans stop at just the shore,

Tilt the Earth by less or more,

And life would never come to rise—

Yet still they call design a lie.

I’ve not enough faith to trust in chance

Serendipitous circumstance

A clock demands a master’s hand,

A code reveals the coder’s plan

I’ve not enough faith to walk away

From stars that shout and cells that say,

It takes more trust to doubt the King,

Than to believe in everything

If life’s just dust that learned to breathe

Then love’s a lie, and hope’s deceit

But hearts cry out for something more

Love is written in our core

Each sunrise feels like sacred art

Each soul designed, each beating heart

The DNA that writes our script

Can’t form itself or self-exist.

The skeptic says, “It’s all by chance,”

But life’s no product of happenstance.

For chaos births no symmetry,

And order shouts His artistry.

I’ve not enough faith to trust in chance

Serendipitous circumstance

A clock demands a master’s hand,

A code reveals the coder’s plan

I’ve not enough faith to walk away

From stars that shout and cells that say,

It takes more trust to doubt the King,

Than to believe in everything

The carbon threads, the breath we share

The veins in leaves, the planet’s care

The laws of time, the speed of light

Are all too perfect, too precise

A trillion stars proclaim His name

Each system sings a loud refrain

It’s harder to ignore the signs

Than trust the work of hands divine

They've built their walls with hearts of stone

Believing lies, yet not their own

They see the stars, but miss the sign

Of love that spans both space and time

Lord, break the veil, reveal Your grace

That chance could never take Your place

It takes less trust to bow the knee

Than deny Your Majesty

Forgive the blind who cannot see

The hand that holds their destiny

Call every heart, though cold and dry

To taste and see, to question why

The heavens shout, Your name resounds

Where mercy waits, let grace abound