Beneath the layers of hair, skin and skull
Concealed in soft gray matter of the brain
Synapses firing thoughts both bright and dull
Stir abilities to choose or refrain
Are we merely chemicals in a bag,
With biodegradable working parts,
That as we grow old, break, wear out and sag?
Just masses of lungs, livers, kidney’s, hearts?
Or made in image of Creator God,
Eternal souls designed for purpose here?
And though we’re sinful, willful, weak and flawed
Created to worship with reverent fear?
God loved the world so much He sent His Son
And we can choose to be with Him as one