In the beginning, He fashioned heaven and earth,
His earth was boring, nothing much to appease his eyes as a thick blackness covered the face of the waters
All seemed hopeless and bleak but The Spirit moved upon the face of the waters
A voice is heard in the air, the voice wields so much as it declares “Let there be light”, The light shines in the darkness and births forth the two siblings, “day and night.”
His voice commands “Be fruitful and multiply, fill the earth”
The father creates and separates again and again till he reaches his greatest creation…
There was a man created, and there was a man fashioned.
In the beginning, there I was made in the glorifying glory of my father.
The father had a wonderful plan” Let us make man in our image, was the plan he pondered in his mind.
With a burning passion, he made me fearfully and wonderfully, and with overflowing zeal, he breathed his breath of life into me
Why, oh why was I the last one to be created by Dad,
And there I was placed in paradise, ruler of the earthly heaven, with all authority to rule over those that been created before me
With the speed of thought, I travel to the corners of the garden, naming all that surrounds me
Behold everything is beautiful, it’s good to Him the creator but to me, it’s just Paradise.