If not there was some primal urge perverse
When God inspired man, to pen that sanguine verse
The Book has failed, in all it's wisdom, to explain
To thinking minds which from fantasy refrain
How such a love so sweet, so lately construed
Of perfect form and shape, and fervent wooed
Which, ruling all and sundry, become creation's find
Should not have been, the founding rock of all mankind
Consider thus a premise we may agree upon
A God should know all, how rise and dies my son
But in his word to mind I have found
Such lack of knowledge does in fact abound
And since the Word of God must needs all lies resist
I conclude an ignorant God cannot exist
Jim 2010
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