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My Living Soul
MY LIVING SOUL At the dawning of time When not even 'light' had a presence He said, “Let there be light" And the Earth was consumed, in its essence The darkness was fractured As daylight held it at bey The darkness, He named it, the Night And the light he called Day He formed all of Earth He divided the lands, from the seas The most beautiful flora and fauna A treasure of fruits and of trees A myriad of stars, to watch over His flock Signs from the Heavens, a celestial clock The birds and the animals All creatures and fishes He filled up the seas And a world full of wishes The most wondrous of beasts Of the land, sea and air With scales and with tails And with feathers and hair Now, I shall make 'man' in my image With power over death and o'er birth From the creatures that live in the oceans In the air, on the land, in the dirt Man will feed and will clothe, from these bounties He will grow, in his civilization For 'he' is the pick of My crop The fruits of My fondest creation The Heavens and earth, now are plenished Creation has taken its toll The seventh day, now I am rested Mankind, is My Own, Living Soul
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