God doesn't make mistakes,
God doesn't judge actions,
God only lets loose trapped forces
And watches enacted drama on the stage;
Neither he's director, nor he, an actor,
Nor he, an author who conceived its plot,
Nor he has villains, nor a super hero,
Nor somebody good, nor others bad,
For, all are his creations, he created all,
All're nuts and bolts of balancing act
To cruise living world along time's shore;
He restrains none, nor pushes forward,
He created no law, he is law itself;
He bears all forces in clock-like precision,
Whatever he's, he is correctness itself,
And God doesn't make mistakes.
'God doesn't play dice',
Nor differentiates right and vice,
He's straight forward move
Defining time's flow;
No choices in him, no choices for him,
His stride makes the time
With best and worst in its womb;
He gives all, he takes all,
He's source and ultimate end,
And mute spectator of all games
He lets loose for time pass;
No benchmark for his acts,
For he is the benchmark,
No precedence before him,
For he's his precedence too;
No expectations for him ahead,
For he's past and future both;
He's the endless presence
That transfers past to future,
And lords over all three slots;
God sees thro' all times,
'God doesn't play dice'.
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