Of course, He had some space to fill
For all was stark and vast.
So with a mighty burst of will
He birthed the ancient past.
It started with a fertile thought
Transmuting force to mass.
Then everything evolved from naught
When He burped out some gas!
Great stars emerged to fill the void
While planets traveled round.
But if God could become annoyed
At one new breeding ground
Where life appeared to creep and crawl
From this to that to man,
And living things just seem to brawl
Throughout their mortal span
It would be Earth, your cherished globe
Where free-will sets your fate,
And few indeed are apt to probe
The worlds they re-create.
So search within to find the force
Behind the mass you are.
It is the power of your source;
The light of your own star.
You are a 'Sun of God' on clay
And make what you conceive,
So radiate throughout the day
And twinkle in the eve.
