DANCING ON GOD'S FINGERTIPS

the people crawling on this earth
were once just piles of dust
then with a secret recipe
our great creator fussed

then troupes made out of gingerbread
were formed to honor God
and now we sing and dance for him
in hopes that he'll applaud

for he could just destroy us
with a flicking of his wrist
we're dancing on God's fingertips
O God, don't clench thy fist

the people who are skeptics claim
we once were less than fish
and on a scientific whim
grew from a petri dish

then outward through the ages
both our souls and psyche grew
till what was once so primitive
evolved to something new

they doubt God was the author
of this awe inspiring twist
we're dancing on God's fingertips
O God, don't clench thy fist

some laugh at monkeys in the trees
with less developed brains
the sad cabooses left behind
while man roared off in trains

but who's to say these simple apes
aren't living lives, unplanned
with inner peace and blissfulness
which we don't understand

perhaps they'll thrive on merrily
when we cease to exist
we're dancing on God's fingertips
O God, don't clench thy fist