In the silence of the night
Great Hands plowed the ground
Molded the clay
And shaped a being…

Night came through
The Hand labored
Carving explicitly
The work of His Hands

The stars shown in total brightness…
The moon rose to its height in adoration
As the night animals roared
In delight for the creation…

Then the sun came
Bearing with it its golden rays…
Shining through the being
That was molded anew.

Bathing the sun’s rays
The being came through
And oh, my awe!
When the creation opened its eyes……

Mighty God
I was so glad
That the creation was – – – – – –

Y O U !

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