God Selectively Protects.

Millions and millions of soldiers now and then Over three to four decades march ahead and die Except one or two, fortunate to pair on the way. One per month over three decades come to the stage The princess but all went empty hand to die Except one or two, destined to meet their pair. Thousands and thousands of seeds escaped Out of pods year after year but one or two grow, The rest dying in decay with no one to rescue. To give life to a few, Gametes and embryos In billions die. Where is God to rescue? 10.12.99