The mover is. He is and was and will be.
The mover is. One God made of three.
Their love combined is God in essence.
Their love combined gave birth to presence.
The word, He spoke, and out came light.
The word, He spoke, and made the sky.
His love unending uttered and
The deep blue sea gave birth to land.
And it was good.
With tune on lips he sang the trees
Into existence life He breathes.
From His lungs He brought forth fruit
And in the earth more life took root.
And it was good.
His poem cried the stars and moon.
His laugh caused, like flowers, the sun to bloom.
He belted out and filled the seas
The air he hummed the birds and bees.
And it was good.
From dirt he crafted fowl and beast
With loving words they did increase.
And with the clay and dust of land
And full of love he whispered man.
And it was good.
And on this seventh day I rest
Knowing God wants more.
Like broken glass is what He made
My heart is yearning for
A day when all things are new again
A day when heaven’s song extends
To every creature, star, and heart
And he wants me to be a part
Of making all things new again.
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