The Seventh Day
THE SEVENTH DAY
Then God rested the seventh day,
Creation was hectic, you see,
The whole world He had to display,
Six days He had been so busy;
With hard work, everything He made,
Then God rested the seventh day,
The brand new earth born as He bade,
Creation was not a child's play;
After having a good survey
Of what He had created best,
Then God rested the seventh day,
It was His time to take some rest;
The seventh day has been hallowed,
We too must rest, it's our rest day,
A commandment to be followed,
For God rested the seventh day.
10/30/18
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2018
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