The Seventh Day
God took his time to make the world and we are truly blessed,
He worked so hard for six long days but then He took His rest.
A whole day off from His creation so what’s a deity to do?
He slept late then got Himself some premium coffee to brew.
Then He made himself some cinnamon buns and ate them on the deck,
He wondered how things were back on Earth but resisted the urge to check.
They’ll be fine for just one day. How much trouble could they find?
I left them alone in a paradise and now it’s My turn to unwind.
Then He remembered the serpent and the tree of wrong and right,
And He began to worry that they’d never make it to the morning light.
So He put on a robe and grabbed His keys and headed for the door,
Then He stopped himself before He left and He paced across the floor.
If He couldn’t trust them for even one day then what good would they be?
So He decided to make a mutton sandwich and go and watch TV.
But He couldn’t concentrate on the game and He was running out of chips,
And taking a little walk in the garden would be much better for His hips.
He went to check up on the kids in Eden and what do you suppose?
Sure enough He found the two of them running around in clothes.
They pointed fingers at each other and at the snake and at the tree,
And all the while He thought to Himself, they really do need Me.
That’s why God keeps Himself available no matter what the time or day,
So when we are in need of his strength we only have to pray.
Who knows? Maybe someday we’ll realize what there is at stake,
We’ll be able to take care of ourselves and then God can take a break.
But not yet.
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