Looking at all this beauty in the world,

how can one say that there wasn't a Creator?

The way the animals interact,

The beauty with which the leaves change,

the snow falls, or the sun shines.

The miraculous way all living things grow and change.

This wonder had to be designed, it couldn't have been an accident.

It couldn't have been.



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