The Chicken or the Egg

 

 

The age-long debate

Dealing with the beginning:

Whether the chicken got the egg

Or the egg hatched the chicken.

 

And of course as you know

There could be only two views

Even though for some

This would be earth-shaking news.

 

I trust when I am finished

There’s no egg on your face

For if you are in public

That could be quite a disgrace.

 

Too many Christians waver

In confronting this debate

And some even chicken out

On account of their mental state.

 

They are so confused

They do not know what to believe

And they become chicken meat

For those who like to deceive.

 

These deceivers count their chicks

Long before they are hatched

And they invariably end up

Right in the devil’s briar patch.

 

From the cackling and crowing

You could tell they’re stuck

In the devil’s evolution time warp

Having so been struck.

 

“Give us time!” they squawk

For time is what they need,

“Give us millions of millions of years!”

They incessantly plead.

 

Was it a primordial soup?

Maybe more like chicken soup

But I tell you, Bro Campbell,

Their chicken has flown the coup.

 

 

Perhaps we could ask the Colonel

He is an expert in chicken

But then again we all know

He wasn’t there from the beginning.

 

Correction, I am told

The Colonel is no longer around

For having passed away

He’s no longer on the compound.

 

There is so much in evolution

That does not make sense

And that it took millions of years

Would appeal to them that are dense.

 

For they strongly believe

That science is at odds with God

And like chickens they are led away

To their doom by the Fraud.

 

 

The chicken or the egg

It is time to put this to rest

Before the argument evolves

Into the egg and the nest.

 

I just got up from here

And I went to get an egg,

Not one to eat

So I did not have to beg.

 

I took a good look at it

And I really began to wonder,

Are these evolutionists for real?

That is what I pondered.

 

Only yesterday I bought a tray

Thirty in all, a fantastic deal,

They all look alike

To me that was revealed.

 

A chicken egg template!

That’s what grabbed my mind,

All of these thirty eggs

Must have come from a design.

 

The outer soft shell

The albumen and the yolk,

The chicken had to come first

Think this through dear folk.

 

For the egg manufacturing plant

There had to be a fowl,

For me this is such a revelation

I could whoop and howl.

 

For many of our scientists

Have not reach this point yet

Even though all the scientific theories

They continually vet.

 

 

If the egg came first

What was the first egg like?

Was it all shell or albumen?

Or was it all white?

 

Of what was it composed

When it initially started out?

Just looking at this egg on my table

I really have some doubts.

 

And if that took millions of years

What about the first chicken?

Was there a primordial soul

Through which it had to swim?

 

There, you have it my friend

Our first chicken soup!

If you think this is a joke

Think of the many that have been duped.

 

And what about the other eggs

Like those of the ostrich and the duck?

 Were they all in the same soup?

Or was this a different primordial muck?

 

Don’t be a chicken and chicken out

Or stick your head in the sand,

The chicken came before the egg

And that was the original plan.

 

 

So when next you hear a hen cackle

You will know for sure

That the egg has arrived

Hence, the hen was there before.

 

Stewart Russell © September 2018