The Poetry of Panic

This is my only attempt at real poetry. I entered a state fine arts competition at the urging of some friends, and this is the result. Each of us were given two hours and a topic. The topic was God in nature. Needless to say I was in a state of high stress for those two hours, but God blessed it.

I wondered at the universe,
At sun, and moon, and stars.
Who lit the lights of heaven above?
Who spread them out so far?
The largest and the smallest
Are so very much the same.
The atom and the solar system's
Model share a name!
The mighty sun made first reply
"The Lord of hosts made me!
He said to shine my light abroad
And nurture grass and tree.
He told me "Lend your light to man
As I have also done."
So I am here till Christ returns
As the triumphant Holy One!"
The moon in gentler sweeter tones
Invited me to listen
"I was formed by the great I AM,
He gave me night to rule.
If I said the light I gave was mine
Then I would be a fool.
I merely reflect the sun's bright rays
And set the standard for men.
Who also live but to reflect
The light God's given them."
The tiny stars danced cross the sky
And spoke in unison
"Abba Father created us
To glorify His Son!
And so we run our celestial course
And only sing His praises.
For a star is not a star, you see,
If it serves not the Rock of Ages!"
I stood alone in silent awe.
It had occurred to me,
That all the world that round me is
Was made with symmetry.
And how can such design exist
Without a great designer?
Accidents do not create
Whole worlds of life and wonder.
Only God almighty makes such things
As our small Earth lives under!

By: April Ford