God can bring them back
For look, look at the universe,
The spiral galaxies, the black holes,
The never ending existence of space.
Tell me why only flesh and blood could exist out there
Explain to me why you hate the idea of spirits
The truth is you cannot, you have no excuse
You are a product of ignorance.
For look, look up there and see
There’s nothing that cannot exist
And there’s all the time and space
To ensure that it does.
And the God, is a master of His environment
And the God is a creator of His environment
Just like we are masters of ours (young as we are)
Just like we are creators of ours (young as we are)
But God is patient he lets destruction alone
Until it forms its end;
But we are impatient we are in destruction
And our end is formed.
But God can bring it back
Like relighting a candle-flame
The whole universe is his laboratory
And we are his creation.