A dozen angels dance
On the head of a pin.
Where is the bouncer?
Who let them in?

One hundred hands clapping
In the land of the deaf.
Why are they here?
Why haven't they left?

A thousand singers singing
The songs that came their way.
What muse has sent them?
Is he here to stay?

A million small miracles
Happen every day.
"But is there a God?"
So many doubters say.

A billion things around us
All changing all the time.
Who controls those changes,
If not a God sublime?