In the Beginning There Was God

I started to write a poem about God and planet Earth on April 14th 20126. I thought a short poem I'd write, alas I did not get that right. As I wrote throughout the night. Almost a book I seemed to write. I hope it will type out alright. And most of all you read it alright. I will give it a go and see how much I can type here. In the beginning there was God. The beginning there was God. By himself He argued not. Then he decided on one day. To start forming a world. With which to play. Of course today, man disagrees I say. Back to God, now I must go. No one else was there, you know. The universe He made was vast. He must have roamed everywhere fast. Of course today, people at that, now would laugh. Back to God, who's running this show. He filled that universe void, with bits of rock. He hurled them about quite a lot. Made them all round you know. Of course, why that shape I don't know. Man was nowhere in sight you know. Back to God, it was a lark. As all His rocks were in the dark. There was no way He could see them. Did He waste his time making them? Of course He had not finished playing then. Man could not play, as was not there then. Back to God. He needed light. So switched one rock on so bright. Now He could see where to go. And avoid crashing into His rocks, you know. Of course, no man could see Him flow Back to God He was so cold. So set on fire that bright rock. Took a lot to make it, burn. That rock was so large, would never go out. Of course, no man was there to work that out. Back to God, as He floated here and there. He got fed up with His rocks all bare. So added colour here and there. Still, He knew something was not right there. Of course, man could not tell, as was not there. Back to God, was one chilly day. He stood near that warm rock that day. Sneezed and sneezed was from that cold. When finally He stopped his eyes did behold. His rocks were whizzing round about. He was amazed, I bet no doubt. Of course we all now disagree. But still, man was not there you see. Back to God, that last verse was long. As God now wandered along. He decided to carry on. Playing with his rocks all of them. Of course now man disagrees. But he was still not there you see. If anyone likes this I will continue the poem story which has many, many more verses. First I will wait and see. I have published it in one of my books but was a daring one involving our creator. I did not have enough characters left for the next verse hence it stopped above.