**Verse 1 – Primeval Riff**
Before spacetime hit a downbeat, before light rehearsed its run, Before a quark had found an orbit or an amp had ever hummed, The Logos cracked the silence with a universe‑wide chord,
Gravity and Maxwell’s choir dropped low before their Lord. No casino roll of nothing, no blind accident or spark, But Architect of symmetry igniting up the dark. **Pre‑Chorus 1 – Chalk Dust & Tube Glow** Feynman ghosts the blackboard, diagrams like neon rain,
Fender through a valve stack, singing quantum in the vein. He’s surfing on the waveform, laughing at the void, Tasting holy, humming order that his heart won’t name as Lord. **Chorus – Darwin in the Mosh Pit** Come on, Darwin, drop your lecture, step into the holy sound,
Let your branching Tree of Life meet the Tree that shook the ground. Every genome, bone, and fossil, every feather, fin, and scale
Finds its center in the God‑Man who walked out of death’s own jail. Love the Lord with full cognition, cortex, heartbeat, breath, and nerve,
Let your brilliant, burning reason be the worship that you serve. **Verse 2 – Quantum Cathedral** Down in Planck‑scale cathedrals where the rules turn inside‑out,
Where causality goes crooked and the skeptics start to doubt, There the Cruciform Sustainer holds each fragile eigenstate,
Bearing hidden, buzzing spectra on His nail‑scarred shoulders’ weight.
Superposed and branching futures, multiverse in fragile glass, Yet the Lamb stands at the center, Lord of every worldline path. **Pre‑Chorus 2 – Cosmic Reverb** Aim your scope at background whisper, hear the gospel in the hiss,
Fine‑tuned constants tight as fretwork no blind dice could ever miss. Dark‑matter‑haloed galaxies wear their crowns of silent light,
All the heavens ring in overtones of “Let there be” and “Light.” **Chorus – Darwin in the Mosh Pit (Lifted)** Come on, Darwin, bring your lab notes, bring your long‑aged strata charts,
Lay them down before the Logos who rewires exiled hearts. Let selection, drift, and deep time bow to I AM robed in flesh,Evolution’s clever toolkit stilldepends on Him for breath.
Love Himwith yoursharpest questions, doubt honed like a blade of steel, Let your rigor turn to worship of the Mind no code can steal. **Bridge – Spectral / Neural Solo** Red‑shift at the edge of vision, violet crowned in burning bloom,
Every wavelength is a syllable from Him who left the tomb. Datasetsandlearningmodels,brightest stacksof coded art, Stillcan’t sandbox resurrection or reboot astone‑sealedheart.All ourglowingghosted circuits,every genius, every node, **Is a child’s cracked plastic abacusto the Logos running code. **Verse 3 – Laboratory Liturgy** Microscopes like stained‑glass windows, telescopes like vaulted aisles,
Everylab bench is an altar where the risen Jesus smiles. The handthat traced out Gauss’s law still wears the wounds in palm,The voice that tunes the constantsonce spoke “Peace” into thecalm. At the cross,allvectorsamen
IndieJam323
