You are God and I am not,
 this is the linchpin.
You are necessary and I’m contingent;
 the Creator/creature distinction. 

You wrote the story from eternity past,
 The who’s and what’s and when.
You set up kings and tear ‘em down
 with a swipe of your sovereign pen. 

Your plan is sure, it cannot fail 
 in any and every phenomenon.
Help me Lord, to trust your word,
 Credo Ut Intelligam. 

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