(Intelligent Design) You think you’re alone out on the range Sittin’ silent under starry sky, Just a marvelin’ at the universe And wonderin’ ‘bout that ol’ question: why? You shake your head at worlds of worry, Knowin’ it ain’t often that you’ll find, All the answers to your queries Beneath the clear black sky and pine. You wonder if we rose up from mud And walked straight and tall upon this earth— Or was it all created in a moment— A conception that gave us true birth. Are we all no more than those monkeys Evolvin’ slowly down life’s long line? Or is there more to earth and heaven Touched by something truly sublime? We keep on punchin’ clocks and cattle And tryin’ to get through each new morn— But is there more to life than dyin’ And will we somehow be reborn? All the cattle know my hard proddin’ As I lead them along time’s sad way— We live for but a flashin’ moment, As we watch life go by in one short day. So make the best of trails you ride, cowboy— Each tomorrow is both yours and mine— And gaze long at stars in that vast sky Placed there by intelligent design. By: Glen Enloe
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 02:14:08 +0000
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