Who created all creation, with only voice commands
Did Chance count the stars, and blow them from His hands
Who said unto the mountain, this high and then no more
Did Chance fill up the ocean, say where to etch the shore
Who painted the heavens blue, then added in the cloud
Did Chance make the lightning, or thunder be so loud
Who gave you all the smells, that follow every rain
Did Chance give you hope, or take away your pain
Who sent the summer breeze, makes every flower dance
Did Chance pick the creature, what flies or what will prance
Who sends the winter snow, on a cold chilly day
Did Chance make the sun to shine, to melt it all away
Who put you on this earth, so many now in number
Did Chance give you food to eat, sparing you from hunger
Who blessed the happy couple, and sent them both a child
Did Chance give the gender, excited kid or mild
Who then is this Chance, what's he done this season
Did Chance get all the credit, when surely I'm the reason
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