Ashes to Glory
By Steve Loggins 4/8/08
　
The budding of the trees in spring remind me of Your grace,
With life from death, and new from old, a resurrection taking place.
The flowers bloom in Springtime too, rising from the dust,
Pushing their way through barren soil, reveling in their lust
For rain and sun – the stuff of life, that warms and feeds their growth
From dormant seed and hardened bulb…. To beauty and majestic worth.
　
Some say it’s just a cosmic joke, an accident of time and space,
That gave rise to life and growing things – the size, the tilt, the moon in place
All combined with some primordial soup of chemicals and ooze,
That Chance made life and complex form from simpler ones…. They’re fools!
One look outside my bedroom glass reveals to me much more
Than all the microscopes and tests that come from scientific lore.
　
Nay, life is Yours to give and take – You gave rise to all we see
Intelligent Design is manifest and screams at us in everything
From the budding of a rose to the bee which pollinates,
To changing seasons and pulsing stars – Your power to create
Reveals to us Your character, Your nature, Your intent –
Tho’ flawed by sin – Your glory within each facet of the cosmos sent
Like Phoenix from the ashes rise – Your grandeur shines throughout the skies
Newborn each day, your Glory stays – reflecting love in every way –
I bow in worship - I gaze in wonder – I live in amazement – of You…