Who Can Tell Me?

"Who can tell me where I came from?"
The little boy would ask.
His question was a good one
Yet he faced a trying task.

Each man had different answers
As he was soon to learn.
This brought him great confusion
And it caused a deep concern.

He first went to his schoolmates
And they spoke with one another.
Then the smartest little toddler said,
"You came from your mother."

Now this had satisfied him,
Yet only for a time.
For as he grew in years of age
His thoughts began to climb.

He then looked all around him
At all that he could see.
And his mind began to wonder
How it all had come to be.

He thought about the cosmos,
The infinititude of space;
And every star and planet
That exists in every place.

He thought about the rounded earth,
Spinning in rotation.
And all four seasons that occur
In yearly circulation.

He thought about the darkness
And he thought about the light.
He thought about the sun and moon
That help the day and night.

He thought of all the creatures
Of the land and sea and skies.
He thought about the sun and moon
That help the day and night.

He thought of all the creatures
Of the land and sea and skies
Of all the different species
And their variance in size.

He thought of all the plants and trees
And all that each provides,
Each growing from a tiny seed
With roots the soil hides.

He then looked at humanity
With all the different faces.
Different tongues and characters
And all the different races.

He thought of mortal bodies
With features so profound;
All the senses: taste, and touch,
And smell, and sight, and sound.

He thought of reproduction
And the miracle of birth.
He thought of human life itself
And all that it is worth.

He then considered human will:
Weak and also strong.
He thought about the conscience
That discerns that right from wrong.

He thought about emotions
And feelings that arise.
He thought about the love and hate
And tears that flow from eyes.

He thought about the anger
And the joy that does abound.
He thought about the happiness
And sadness that is found.

And filled with curiousity,
This boy would daily strive.
In hopeful expectation
That his answer would arrive.

He spoke with scientific men
Who claimed his question solved.
They told him of a real big bang
And that all things evolved.

He then spoke with philosophers
And many did insist,
That there is no reality
And nothing does exist.

He spoke with many people
From various groups and sects.
And heard the vast opinions
Of various intellects.

Now baffled by confusion,
A very troubled youth;
Unable to discern
What is error, what is truth.

He almost gave up looking,
But he took a second look.
And very unexpectedly,
He found a special Book.

As he opened up the first page,
The mystery came undone.
His questions all were answered
In Genesis, chapter one.

With a nod of understanding,
He smiled, so elated.
For now he surely knew--
"In the Beginning, God created..."

--Pastor Emeal Zwayne