A long time ago on a planet so bare,

Some water and dirt got mixed up with the air.

Some sand and some rocks to make it just right.

The stage was all set in the deep of the night.

A bolt of white lightning, a great peal of thunder.

And suddenly there was a marvelous wonder, the rocks yielded metal,

the sand turned to glass.

And as the years flew, a new thing came to pass.

The metal formed gears the glass a watch face,

and little by little, things fell into place.

The parts came together just like a good rhyme.

With ticks and with tocks and with hands that tell time. A beautiful watch began ticking one day.

Formed all by itself in a wonderful way!

“Ridiculous story”, you say with a grin.

Impossible laughable… surely a sin!

A watch needs a watchmaker, that’s plain to see,

A designer and a builder that makes it for me.

Now all life is made of interesting stuff.

Cells of all shapes like blobs filled with fluff.

But looks are deceiving, and what we find there

Are Factories, highways and gadgets to spare.

Assembly lines, robots, electrical cable,

Libraries, software just look, If your able!

The marvels we see with a microscope’s stare.

Make a watch looks so simple, we dare not compare.

Now the doctors from Oxford say cells came by Chance.

From Goo down to you into a beautiful dance.

What’s wrong with their thinking to have such odd notions?

That cells could just happen from dirt and warm oceans!

A cell and its wonders amaze all who see,

and a cell, like a watch by chance cannot be.

Those cells can build hummingbird, agile and free, bumblebees, snails, my backyard oak tree.

Lighting bugs, monkeys a beautiful rose

And beetles with bombs that give frogs a surprise.

Chameleons with camouflage and some weird eyes.

All nature on earth is so perfectly fine,

we have to admit that it’s all by design,

and our maker owns everything both great and small.

He’s the masterful “Watchmaker” after all!

Poem: Dave Hawkins.