| The Craft Of The Word The "let there be" gone forth Standing in the realm of unseen With His hands busied in shaping All sorts, even from the scratch. The earth tells of His best The features; proving of His skills. Having one arrived from the one Came forth man from the word. Many years are gone to grave Hastend into there never again All tangibles that was and is Are all works of unseen substance. |
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