Supernatural

Grant D. Groff:
Take me to the stars
Take me to the galaxies
Take me across lightyears, no Buzz
Show me the same light from those holes to heaven
That courses through my veins, no big bang
Although I'm sure there was a Big Bang
Because when my God speaks, His voice booms
I'm surrounded by plastic paradises and proton colliders
Scientists trying to create little black holes
To go back in time just to see that the universe changed in 33 A.D
Sitting at the foot of the cross and having never felt so small
That their scientific formulas and dark matter don't matter
Like every puzzle piece to complete their narcissistic masterpiece
Of theories from string to relativity come together
Only to show they forgot what table this puzzle was being done on
I say, "Time;" you say, "E=MC"
I say, "Light;" you say the same thing
Gravity hits and humility reminds me that time isn't defined
By you or me but eternity
Namely, the One and Only eternal Being, God
I don't beef with science, just anyone who doesn't use it
As one of the many billboards for God's existence
Like a cesspool of randomness created symmetry, let alone beauty
No, my God eats primordial soup for breakfast
Follow the modern view of origins
And you get some cosmic fluctuation
Of nothing forming everything
Time, the laws of physics, and an incredibly fine-tuned universe
Suited for you and me to breathe
Teleological remedies, they reconcile this admittedly
With philosophical attempts to make God obsolete
Quote: We are not able to make cosmological models
Without some add mixture of ideology
End quote. Hyphen. Stephen Hawking
Twenty-three percent, they say, is dark matter
And seventy-three percent is dark energy
So that everything we see is only four percent
Can't you see this is a hypothesis of nothing?
Going further, the ornate grandeur of the fact that
We have an autonomous nerve system
Is obliterated with the word "multiverse"
That there is bound to be one universe that stands out
Because there are infinitely many of them
While I'm just sitting here
Remembering the definition they told me
About what supernatural means
Jesus took the weight of sin upon His shoulders
Making Atlas look like child's play
Jesus died for His glory to abound and yet everywhere I look
Christians defending the middle ground that's hallowed ground
The beauty of Creation is convoluted in my head
Every time I see it on the news station killing itself
Like the implosion of selfish motives made it
With naturalism, the depraved algorithm
No, His Gospel doesn't depend
On a course decision or majority's permission
This is no democracy of what seems best to a fallen sinner
Jesus is a king, and His kingship isn't held in a crown or a ring
It's you and me that are the apple of His eye
From Granny Smith to the family with, like, twenty-three kids
The hands, the arms, the legs, and the feet
I realize that the beauty of His creation
Isn't just in the mountains and trees, but it's all around me
As I sit in this church seat
Be encouraged
Our God only ever forgot one thing and it just so happens
To be the definition of defeat
His blood-bought victory inspires me
To have beautiful feet
Praise be to my God
Hallelujah, hallelujah on repeat