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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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