Intricately upon the head of a pin
They were elegant, graceful their feet
Earth bound ballerinas look clumsy
If we were to compare
And the number I arrived at
Made the scholars blush
For they had no way of knowing
How they've been so very wrong
Performing their task
To know that God is enormous
With power and love infinite
They stopped to count feet
Of angels on the pin
Rather than wonder
In awe find their heart smiling
To know they've been a part
Of a perfect God's perfect plan
All along
(No it doesn't matter if they actually did this, there is a metaphor and context for this madness)
