In depths of God's expansive soul we find,
A paradox, a mystery undefined.
He chooses to be our eternal salvation,
Yet countless souls are lost, in His creation.

Countless souls have fallen, lost in despair,
Godly love abundant, but who's left to care?
In creation's hands, death holds its embrace,
In death's hands, life emerges, silent grace.

The extremities in paradox, so profound,
Leave much to be missed, in balance unfound.
Why then, would a God create, to destroy?
Is responsibility for life, just a ploy?

A macabre symphony, His creation's score,
Eerie elements, forever we...