Are We Worth It? (1) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

At first, creation seems as painted
Sparkling seas, rivers untainted
The sun the moon sweet smell and sound
Heaven’s handwork's all around


At first we fail to understand
We marvel at The Master’s hand
Infinite scenes immeasurably vast
Yet who will praise The First & Last


He made the trees, all the flowers
Roses small, cedars like towers
The diligent ant the eagle’s wing
The tongue of man God’s praise to sing


Who can survey the mighty storm
Fail to marvel a snowflakes form
Each is unique no two the same
Yet who’ll regard through whom they came


Who can weigh a smile we see
The joy received in victory
Who can compare the morning star
Or fail to wonder from afar


The birds the bees the bugs and flies
The fruits and greens of paradise
It pleased God’s heart to give us free
But who has eyes The Truth to see


Who has ears to hear the song
Know where loyalty should belong
God’s vast array should feed our mind
Yet most of us are erring blind


Through selfish pride, were walking tall
So ignorant we daily fall
Yet who’ll awake and then repent
Who’ll reap the harvest Heaven sent