Skin on my bones, blood in my veins.
Taken from the earth.
This gift of life disrespected.
Disregarded as nothing more than chance.
Science, contradicting itself,
You believe in a beautiful lie.
From the beginning you told us,
"Something cannot be made out of nothing.”
You cannot disprove my Father.
You cannot disprove my God.
My God can make something of nothing.
From the beginning you told us,
"Something cannot be made out of nothing."
Sculpted from the mud on his hands,
We are His masterpiece.
We are not a billion to one.
We are one to one.
We are no coincidence.