Original Poet

Ever since the beginning of time Man has had a desire to rhyme And who's to say God's not a poet Designing the earth as we know it All the worlds were formed by God's word There is no doubt His words were heard For beast and bush, valleys and streams By His breath were created, it seems In His word is life and consolation Offering us a lane to salvation Solace in glens of our darkest distress Blessed in His presence and by His caress