Is natural selection
God’s automatic writing?
Is God a chef whose soup
Is waiting for some lightning?
Are plants and animals
Steady with Him fighting?
Fallen far are we,
Addicted to His slighting
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Is natural selection
God’s automatic writing?
Is God a chef whose soup
Is waiting for some lightning?
Are plants and animals
Steady with Him fighting?
Fallen far are we,
Addicted to His slighting