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February
12, 1997
up!
Up! UP!
up
from the slime where we were born
on
through the years with varying form
time
and chance their will to work
on
and on our past to shirk
up!
Up!
UP!
on
we grow through countless ages
having
left behind forgotten pages
we
come, we come, we go, we go
hither,
thither, we cannot know
up!
Up!
UP!
up
from the mire and through the goo
up
through the fin and fur and shoe
up
through gases and solids and carbon
up
till we’re finally forced to have garb on
up!
Up!
UP!
till
at last our journey’s run
we
lie here basking in the sun
faces
aglow and eyes alight
there's
nothing left to give us fright
up!
Up!
UP!
and
still we grow and change our world
and
all about us flags are curled
yet
we and ours we search and scan
looking
all about for that thing called man
up!
Up!
UP!
we
have our thoughts we know our mind
we're
far improved on what's left behind
our
neighbours on this world to share
but
we are here and they are there
up!
Up!
UP!
the
chasm between us can't be surmounted
and
how we got here can't be accounted
but
here we are and here we’ll stay
and
since we're here it's as we say
up!
Up!
UP!
but
one elusive thought remains
after
all this time how do our brains
wrap
around a thought and build
until
all opposing thoughts are killed
up!
Up!
UP!
and
another, more troubling still,
how
do our bodies conceive a will
develop
concepts, either right or wrong,
or
write a word, or sing a song
up?
Up!
UP!
if
it's true that from the beasts I differ,
or
from that distant green conifer,
by
the thoughts that course my head
how
am I here, why aren't I dead
up?
Up?
UP!
for
in a realm derived by chance
moral
thought bears not a glance
all
is wrong and all is right
whether
love, or talk, or fight
up?
Up?
UP?
the
very morals I possess
deny
the past that some do guess
if
I consider good or bad
by
my very thought the dream's been had
up?
Up?
if
a fish had lungs but had no air
he
wouldn't breath, he couldn't dare
thus
if some deed begins my cryin'
it
must truly be by some design
up?
my
righteous mind cannot remain
where
time and chance have their domain
there'd
be no use, it'd all be madness
my
grief, my joy, or all my sadness
I
can't express philosophic joy
and
not remain my Creator's boy
if
I can think and say and feel
I
must bear in me the stamp and seal
of
He who is and stands alone
before
the world and all its stone
it
can’t be aught as He has made it
for
in my thought my mind betrayed it
“...the
fool says in his heart
‘There
is no God!’....for
since
the creation of the world
God’s
invisible qualities...
...have
been clearly seen,
being
understood from what has been made”
by
Him
I
was reading tonight in:
"Whatever
Happened to the Human Race?"
by
Francis A. Schaeffer and C. Everett Koop
and
felt that I should write this.
Regarding
the fish/lungs/air thing:
If
a fish had lungs but had no air
would
that be a step up or down?
F.A.S.
and C.E.K. make the point,
I
appreciated it and put it here.
Scripture
from: