I Built The Cross - Author lyrics

[Based on the Teleological Argument for the existence of God. Gospel-centured philosophical d**h metal] Mighty, eternal author Creation, a dancer poised graceful on the razor's edge. Chance has fathered no a child so elegant, the hand of necessity, glaringly absent The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in harmony – from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony The constants, the quantities, a single voice raised in harmony – from the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony From the narrow range in which they lay their fragile hands, they sing a witness to your testimony Intellect beyond our minds Majesty beyond comprehension