Unnamed

The stars were made with us in mind They pierce the gloom of midnight's mood And when the planets are aligned In manners elegant and crude They form the shapes and dare us find The God to which they do allude It's past all of your intellect You can't dissect it with a knife The God whom you should well respect Can take away your pain and strife Your science cannot resurrect And cannot grant eternal life You can't see God? Go check your sight He's everywhere, in every day Someday the blind will see the light That He has lit along the way Oh scientist, you know it's right Go put your microscopes away.