| "The Craftsman" by Rachel Peterman There are secrets in creation, So mysterious---rare---sublime; Bearing witness through the ages Of a nobler place and time. Once a Craftsman viewed the vastness Stretching far beyond in space ~ Words He uttered pierced through nothing; Objects took on form and face. Then in stillness, that same Craftsman Knelt, and from the dust began A creation in His likeness, Culmination of His plan. Years have passed in countless number, Ushering in each changing trend; Faithful still remains the Craftsman, Molding hearts and shaping men. His design not once has altered--- Still His likeness casts the mold ~ And the Craftsman labors freely, For His Hands turn dust to gold. |
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