In the dark I can touch a star by sight
And I can slight a distant king by lip,
I can shoot down a passerine in flight
I can grow on wood on a mountain hip
But can I move one inch more than I can
If I can’t, can you please tell me who can?
Since the creation of the single cell
And its mutation into man and ape
Sages of old often tried to foretell
The hyle of life its origin and shape –
But they have utterly failed to unshell
The innermost of the gene in the shell
Life is not a secret but a true fact
But not within the reach of the small man
Scientific research has its counter act
As thus no one can save the Lord who can
More what can’t be moved by man – more exact
He can run a stream from an empty can.
Ergo, why should I slight a distant king?
Why should I shoot a passerine in flight?
I believe in Him without questioning,
To keep moral excellence in His sight.