Is It Really Matter?

Sometimes I wonder if the things
I think I see are real
Like planes and trains and buses
Or the tires on a wheel

I know that they are physical
But could this be a dream?
And when I wake up from it
Will I laugh or will I scream?

There’s so much space in matter
That it barely does exist
There’s not enough in all the earth
To make a solid fist

Still men find ways to do it
Every time they think they should
But mostly it’s for evil
And too rarely it’s for good

The moon revolves around the earth
The earth around the sun
But everything revolves around
God’s Son the Only One!