Creation Poem by Hillary Unknown

When I look around at Creation
I wonder how people think it was done without inspiration
They think there was just a “boom”
And then it all came into bloom
How can you hear the thunder roar
And not believe in something more?
He has created beauty
But all man wants is the treasure, the booty
How can you see the lightening strike
Without hoping you’re in His “likes”
How can you hear the rain beat down
And not wonder Who made the ground?
Such majesty is seen
But what do we do?
Nothing to honor our King