THE CREATOR AND HIS CREATION
THE CREATOR AND THE CREATION
THERE WAS ONCE A CREATOR
WHO TOURED ROUND THE DEEP EMPTY VOID
BUT LATER STEPPED OUT OF SPACE
WHEN HE REALISE HE NEEDED A PLACE
SO HE LOOKED AROUND AND SAID
I'M LONELY -I'LL MAKE A WORLD
BUT HOPE THIS WON'T BE TOUGH
I MEAN CREATING A WHOLE WORLD
OUT IF NOTHING
COS AS FAR AS HIS EYES CAN SEE
DARKNESS COVERED EVERYTHING
BLACKER THAN A HUNDRED MIDNIGHT
DOWN IN A CYPRESS SWAMP
THEN HE SMILED
BEHOLD THE LIGHT BROKE
AND DARKNESS LIKE A CURTAIN ROLLED UP ON ONE SIDE
AND THE LIGHT STOOD SHINING ON THE OTHER SIDE
THEN THE CREATOR
REACHED OUT AND TOOK THE LIGHT IN HIS HANDS AND ROLLED IT UNTIL HE MADE THE SUN
AND HE SET THE SUN FULGENTING IN THE HEAVEN
AND THE LIGHT THAT WAS LEFT FROM MAKING THE SUN
HE GATHERED IT UP IN A SHINING BALL
AND FLUNG IT AGAINST THE DARKNESS
SPANGLING THE NIGHT WITH THE MOON AND STARS
SO BETWEEN THE DARKNESS AND THE LIGHT
HE HURLED THE WORLD
THE CREATOR STEPPED DOWN
THE SUN WAS ON HIS RIGHT HAND
AND THE MOON ON THE LEFT HAND
AND THE STARS WERE CLUSTERED ABIUT HIS HEAD
AND ON THE EARTH HIS FOOT STOOD
THE HE WALKED
AND WHERE HE TROD HIS FOOTSTEPS
HOLLOWED THE VALLEY OUT AND BULGED THE MOUNTAIN UP
THEN HE PAUSED FOR A MOMENT
AND LOOKED AND SAW THAT THE EARTH WAS HOT AND BARREN
SO HE STEPPED OVER TO THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
AND HE SPAT OUT SEAS
HE BATTED HIS EYES
AND THE LIGHTENING FLASHED
HE CLAPPED HIS HANDS
AND THE THUNDER STROKE
AND THE COOLING WATERS CAME DOWN
THEN THE GREEN GRASS SPROUTED
AND THE FLOWER BLOSSOMED
THE PINE TREE POINTED IT FINGER TO THE SKY
AND THE OAK SPREAD OUT IT ARM
THE LAKE CUDDLED THE HOLLOWS OF THE GROUND
AND THE RIVER RAN INTO THE SEA
SEEING THIS-HE SMILED
AND THE RAINBOW APPEARED
AND CURLED ITSELF ROUND HIS SHOULDER
THEN HE RAISED HIS HANDS AND ARMS
OVER THEE SEA AND THE LAND
AND HE SANG
"BRING FORTH"X2
QUICKER THAN HE COULD FINISH THE SONG
THE FISHES, FOWLS, BEASTS,AND FOWLS
SWAM THE RIVERS AND THE SEA
ROAM THE FOREST AND THE WOODS
AND SPLIT THE AIR WITH THIER WINGS
AGAIN HE WALKED AND LOOKED AROUND
DESPITE HIS INVENTIONS
HE SAID I'M STILL LONELY
ANT THEN HE SAT DOWN
ON THE SIDE IF A HILL
WHERE GE THINK
BY A DEEP WIDE RIVER
WITH HIS HAND ON HIS HEAD
GE THOUGHT AND THOUGHT, TILL HE THOUGHT
I WILL MAKE MAN
UP FROM THE BED OF A RIVER
HE SCOOPED THE CLAY
AND RESTED IT BY THE SIDE OF THE RIVER
ANT THERE THE CREATOR
WHO LIT UP THE SUN
AND FIXED IT IN THE SKY
WHO FLUNG THE STARS TO THE MOST CORNER THE NIGHT
WHO ROUNDED THE EARTH IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS HAND
THE SAME CREATOR
LIKE MAMA BENDIND OVER HER CHILD
KNEELED IN THE DUST
TOILNG OVER A LUMP OF CLAY
TILK HE SHAPED IT IN HIS IMAGE ABD LIKENESS
THEN INTO IT HE BLEW THE BREATH OF LIFE
AND NAN BECAME A LIVING SOUL
AND HIS MASTERPIECE...
SO HIS MIND WAS AT REST AND HE WENT TO SLEEP ....
AMEN
#J SERIES#
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