I woke up with this poem in my head!

For all to see its fairly clear to me;
That God His Son Jesus made that tree.

Look around all the artist hands of God everywhere you see;
Not ramdom chance pond chemicals and lightning for me.

DNA is a complex computer code that's really smart;
Our wisdom to understand is just at its start.

They say you can store all the knowledge we have on a strand;
Do you honestly think you came from random not Gods hand.

Then there's Bigfoot must be the missing link;
You think the D guy knew him wink wink wink.

Ok intelligent design some scientists admit we cheer;
But wait with this I think and have a fear.

How easy some say all the books are right I hear;
They all point to a creator a god close and dear.

Perfect opening for "the aliens" created us crowd I am crying;
Because they will believe this and are spiritually dying.

Then their are those refusing to believe even though;
Evidence of God is found with every cast and throw.

It comes down to they refuse to see God in that tree;
They refuse to listen to believers like me.

Because I am not smart or cool you see;
Certainly don't have a science degree.

I just called on the Loving begotten Son of God to save;
Jesus answered my call and now He is my rave.

I try and stay on the narrow path head down see clearly;
But it's obvious to me the Holy Spirit every day nearly.

Convicts me that its clear to see;
That God made that tree.

He made you and me not a puddle, bang, or Bigfoot encounter;
Just a wise all powerful sitting in the heavans creator.

But acknowledging that you have to act;
You need to retain this as a fact.

You need to repent, believe, call on Jesus name get baptized behave;
Because when Jesus comes back its rapture or a cave.

Cannot we reason together and have you see;
It's fairly clear Gods Son Jesus made that tree.

He made you and me;
We're playdough you see.

But once Hes finished with us if His Spirit abides;
We go home on Heavanly rides.

The glory of man is like grass it flows away like a river;
But adobe in God and you live forever.

Where to begin you ask me;
Believe Jesus made that tree.

A poor humble attempt to rhyme the only truth that matters.