Poetry And Prophecy

When God created all there was And all there was to be, He tapped His fingers, very cross, For where was poetry? The Universe was full of noise, With energies sublime, Yet none of these had any choice, No reason and no rhyme... So God surveyed the planets made And picked out Planet Earth, With all its wonders there displayed, It lacked some noble worth... So God made man and woman, too, Then put them to the test! Would they still see His point of view? Would they remain so blessed? Alas, they slipped, alas, they fell, From Eden they were sent... And once cast out, they knew sin's spell, In every place they went... But language spins within the mind, Collecting words and themes And poetry was there to find In visions and in dreams... Now all was done, God's plan revealed, In songs and psalms and such, God's wisdom there, no more concealed, For God still stayed in touch... Selecting prophets here and there, Foretelling future things, Astounding rhymes beyond compare, Times waiting in the wings... So poetry's still used to teach, To reach, beseech and more, Sometimes it's spoken in a speech, To resonate with awe... While lovers rhyme their I love yous, God's prophets prophesy, So poetry we'll never lose, For it can never die...