Probability, possibility, evidence

‘Probably there is no God,’ some say.
‘Live as you like today.
Enjoy your life’ – but do you?
Do troubles haunt, pursue you?

‘– but possibly there is a God?’ you say.
What evidence is there each way?
What beauty fills your eyes:
to say it’s not designed, is lies.

‘Why does He not remove all ill
if He exists, lives still?’
Are we ready for such full
removal – from our lives as well?

‘Why does He not reveal Himself?’ some say.
Have you not read of Jesus’ display
of wisdom, power and gentleness?
if read with care, it must impress.

And have you talked with those who say
they’re helped by Him, supported every day,
their heart He’s softened, now they see
how good his truth, and mercy free?

Why not instantaeous creation?

So why did God take six days to create
the universe, its flowers and planets great?
Why not produce all instantaneously?
I think he wanted us his plan to see
– his thought, great wisdom and delight, the pleasure
he took in forming beauty, precious treasure.

It gave a pattern for our work, our week,
a seven-day plan so good, with needed break
to rest and praise, refreshing crown of time,
meet with our caring Father, Lord divine.
But now for long there have been those who said
‘There is no God – it made itself instead!’

‘What seems impossible may have occurred
if length of time is vast’ – but it’s absurd
to think that tiny changes brought by chance
could ever viability enhance –
those fossils were by sudden burial formed,
life’s chemistry’s designed by One now scorned.

Tune: 10 10 10 10 10 10 eg Finlandia by Sibelius

Creator of skills

“Our love of beauty, and some skill
reflects Your greater – how we thrill
to see the rose and daffodil,
deep hue of seas of wild bluebell;

“the flash of darting kingfisher’s flight,
the graceful circling of a kite,
the murmurations – startling sight,
as starling clouds swirl before night;

“the sculpture of a swallow’s brain
so it can travel home again;
the intricacy of each cell
whose complex chemistry works so well;

“the dazzling beauty of night’s sky
that all may see, and wonder, ‘Why
is all so beautiful?’, then sigh,
‘Will this continue when I die?’

“Oh, as You’ve made me with some skill
may I now use it as You will,
– in all I do to beauty sow
and praise Your work where’er I go!”
Tune: LM

How?

There was a beginning
– not Big Bang (– of what?)
A true God – the true God
made all, out of nought.

The theory of Big Bang
has problems immense;
a Super Designer
makes surely more sense!

All know there is Someone
who’s greater than us,
and that He can help us
get out of this mess!

He was at beginning
but came here in time,
was touched, and accepted
as man and divine.

Wow! and How?


All things bright and beautiful
all flowers, butterflies,
apples, oaks and humming birds,
and pink and orange skies.

‘Oh, Wow’ we say with wonder,
amazement in our eyes,
our hearts are warmed and ponder
the many ‘How’s and ‘Why’s.
All things …

Some thought there must be beings
whose spite they must appease,
but surely such could never
create a world to please?
All things …

The One true God all powerful
and good has told that He
created all this universe,
and now calls you and me.
All things …

But some don’t want that Master
and claim that chance has wrought
such excellence of wonder
from chaos out of nought!
All things …

Tune: ‘A’ll things bright” by William Monk’

The Evolutionary-creation Myths

There once was a myth that mutations
could create DNA permutations
of life systems viable
beautiful, reliable:
they corrupt, can’t improve information.

There once was a myth of long ages
to help evolutionary stages,
but the methods of dating
have faults, indicating
more likely are far shorter ranges.

There once was a myth that the buried
fossils were but slowly smothered –
if not quickly engulfed in the ground
then scavengers soon would have found,
them, their pieces thus broken and scattered.

So the rocks show the signs of catastrophe,
laid down by a flood of activity
or volcanic eruption
and sudden destruction:
a devastating time of calamity.

There once was a myth that ‘pooh-poohed’
that such intricate nature only would
be created, designed
by a far greater mind
and power, than ‘chance’ ever could.

There once was a myth of a gradual
emergence, from nothing, of animal
and plant life evolving,
the improbables resolving
by assumption of aeons multi-millennial.
and some means yet unknown to be causal.

What’s the odds

Was it really by some luck
from a mixed and murky muck
of chemical soup,
that these sequences specific
of multiple atomic
precise, complex arrangements
somehow stuck?

able to initiate
molecular constructions
which twisted and consisted
in contortions,
that protected, and reacted
usefully
for energy production,
survival, respiration,
with nanosized machinery
to preserve, repair
from the wear and tear
on polymers delicate and intricate – ?

It must have been
an infinite string
of unlikely and co-incident,
colossal and incredible
chances,
strokes of luck improbable
again, again, again, again … … … ?

Or a genius skill
and supernatural will
with power to combine
what would otherwise decline,
imagined and designed,
and could gather, build and bind
bring together
all at once
this awesome architecture,
of the structure and the business
of the chemistry
of life?

No more ‘junk DNA’

The ‘brain’ of each cell
has DNA-genes,
chemical coding
builds, guides its ‘machines’.

“Ninety-eight percent
useless junk”, they thought,
“– evolution’s left-overs
it’s use is now nought”.

– “Mistakes of mutations”,
they used to say,
“in bringing its benefits,
has made junk DNA.”

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But now it’s revealed
it’s all much more complex:
amazed as they’re finding
that nothing seems surplus.

The control is more intricate
of all this ‘machinery’
than Dawkins predicted
from Darwinian theory.

‘We’re at the beginning
of a very long road
of finding the layers
of pathways untold.’

Geneticists say
they now are more humble.
– Upgrading a cell looks
an impossible gamble.

Mutations cause mischief
in genetic activity,
like a bug in my laptop
won’t improve its ability.

There’s plenty of scope
for small variation:
some struggle, some flourish
by natural selection;

but differences large,
of new, useful function,
have come from creation,
not random mutation.

The Great Flood

Catastrophic flooding, pouring, pushing,
40 days and nights still raining,
water underground emerging, rushing
sediment stirred up by crushing
rocks and soil and vegetation,
then engulfing
many creatures, fossilising
by pressured hardening
before there could be
damaging scavenging:
patterns petrified in stone:
footprints, feathers, bone;

Message had for long been known,
foretold to warn,
the refuge built, prepared,
but many chose to scorn,
refuse the offered ark;

such flood as this had been
would nevermore be seen
– the promise of the rainbow;
– but lesser floods may come and go,
and everyone of us face death,
but not this vast destruction of the earth;
so while we’ve breath,
we must not live as they did
in wickedness and violence,
rebelliousness, and malice,
corruption, misery, and lovelessness.
Be ready for the transient grave,
submissive to the pardoning God
who for eternity can save.
“On that day all the springs of the great deep burst forth, and the floodgates of the heavens were opened.” Genesis 7:11

The Great Delusion

“Everyone believes it! – it must be true!”
“Scientists have proven it!”
– No!, that they cannot do!
some may feel that it fits quite well,
and quite determined now to tell
you that it must be so,
– “the missing facts we soon will know” –
they say.
But many know the evidence,
fits very well, and makes good sense,
with words of God that he made all,
but then withdrew some good control,
when people he’d created chose
to live rejecting his good laws.
There now will one day have to be
removal of all wickedness,
and then his skill supreme we’ll see,
as all is healed, works perfectly.

So, what’s concluded, who’s deluded?
Their theory makes no demands,
[– keep fit, no morals, no commands],
– an easier life? but is it true?
God says we all are in his view,
and he’s amazed, amused, and sad,
that many think that he is bad    ,
– in kindness, he will urge, provide,
and welcomes all who will decide
to search him out, and swallow pride.