Tale of Creation
Throw open the door of your ear,
Across the void, words galloped there
Lifting the fortress of silence that where
Ensuring things came to bear
Out of darkness came light as land from water formed
From plant to animals, words transformed
Coming to the zenith of this invention;
Robes clay with life, reason and emotion
Enthroning him over nature’s nation
As king of this dominion
Telling this tale to unborn generation
Indeed, in the beginning was not the Word in action
Otherwise, who will ensure the commission?
No! In the Word was the beginning of creation.
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