Michael P. Johnson (7th Nov.1943 / New Silksworth / Sunderland Co/Durham England)

Here and there in oysters fall
A single grain of sand
Producing later a lustrous ball
In a fisher man’s hand

Attacking the sand found inside
Through membranes twisting round
Turning, spinning seeking to hide
This foreign body found

When anti bodies cease to curl
When no more a threat
The oyster may reveal a pearl
A necklace to beset

Let’s think the pearl now if we can
As a coat around a child
A simile to The Son of man
Through whom one’s reconciled

Nature reveals to you and I
Christ’s secret to display
The wonderful plan of God’s on high
As simply shown today

Though countless yet may think it odd
While others see untrue
Mary gave birth to man and God
Who died for me and you

God’s DNA entered her womb
Where human flesh grew round
Emerging from a simile tomb
For sinners to be found

Casing The Genes Heaven had sown
Mary to Christ gave birth
With God Inside! His flesh and bone
As One walking the earth…….