The High And The Holy

How can there be not the High and the Holy?
Yet the Darkness declares this is true.
But if there were not the High and the Holy
Then skies could never be blue.

All thru the day they’d cry down the raindrops.
They’d send blasts of thunder all thru the night,
If there were not the High and the Holy
Who lights up His worlds so bright.

But this cries aloud for the High and the Holy;
It tells He could only be True:
If we look deep into the core of our being,
There’s a spark of His Spirit in you.

Atheism? C'mon

For every class there is a Teacher,
Or who would ring the bell?
Before each flock there goes a Shepherd
With much Good News to tell.

Every team demands a Coach,
Or who makes the decision?
One Man leads a nation.
In him we look for vision.

Chief Executive Director.
The very name inspires dread.
Even every human body-
At the top there is a head.

Now what about the universe?
Let the bells not ring.
Over worlds of light unending,
They say there is no King.