The world turns. Forest fires burn.

Gusting winds that blow. Torrents and undertows.

Tides fall and grow - so do the seasons.

This world is complex, there must be a reason.


He made us to be.



The deserts are scorched and lake tops' freeze over.

A distant star explodes and becomes a supernova.

The ground gashes and rips as each fault line slips.



He made us to be.



So what's the reason why the waves crash the way they do?

And why is a sunset so beautiful?

It's not random to me. I know there's a designer, you see.

A creator that we must honor 'cause,


He made us to be.

Data to info,
 to knowledge to wisdom.

Determine your course.
 Don't just flow in the system.


Ignite decision. 
Insight ambition.
Indicate condition. 
Illustrate options.



Intuition to see a need,
 before it comes to be.

Fore tell from the soul,
 so more come to see.


I've spoken so deep,
 that I've broken those sheep,

that were hoping to creep past,
untouched by my blast!



Don't be the last!!!