Creation: Genesis 1

Now only God was at the start,
Before the world was made.
But all the earth was void and dark,
His Spirit o’er it stayed.

Then God did speak – Eternal Word,
Ignite, you, crystal ray!
“Let there be light to fill the earth,”
Now break you dawning day!

And next the water rushed apart,
The sea to ocean bed,
And water over also starts,
Thus earth and heaven wed.

Then from the sea God brought forth land,
The dirt and granite firm.
The plants He sprouted with His hand,
The vegetable ad herb.

But now to astral regions turn!
The stars He stretches out.
Then sun ascends, begins to burn,
The moon too casts beams out.

And then the whales and fish He brings,
The monsters of the deep.
Release the fluttering birds of wing,
All whirling, skirling, fleet.

The creeping things of earth He brought,
The Cattle, beasts of land.
Then God Himself their ruler wrought,
The culmination – man.

To man He then gave strict command,
“Dominion you must gain,
And till the earth with work of hand,
And multiply your strain.”

And all of this God saw was good,
The earth did His behest.
The seventh, final day as should,
God finally took His rest.

Creation was by God defused,
He first – creative – thought,
The artist, genius, filled with muse,
But imitates his God.

And is not this dominion too,
Subduing even thought?
Imagination draws anew,
As God made man from aught.

So if we will God imitate,
In these beginning deeds,
We must subdue, we must create,
And rest – for God did these.


Psalm 24: Creation, Salvation

Can any tell, or else proclaim?
Or name the making of the earth?
Was any there when light first flamed?
When moon and world from water birthed?
This I declare, and thus make bare.

The Lord Jehovah made the world,
He cast the crystal starlight vale.
Foundations sprung up at His word,
He traced the rivers’ turning trail.
His thoughts ignite, He owns by right.

Then who can live within His hill?
But one who does as He commands.
The one who never thought amiss,
Or did no evil with his hands.
Are we condemned? We, born in sin?

I tell you then who Israel is,
The blessed and chosen of the Lord:
The man who God gives righteousness,
And blessed salvation from His store.
His face they seek: repentance meek.

So He who made the universe,
And owns, as the creator, all,
Creates a way to give us grace,
Salvation from an odious fall.
So do not spurn, what can’t be earned.

Psalm 19: The Message of the Sky

The heavens – thinnest parchment made –
On them is writ one simple thing:
The handiwork of God of gods,
The glory of Creator King.
“The king of mountains,
Highland fountains,
Who treads the wonders of the earth,
Shaping wind,
What man intends,
And forging dawn in astral flame,
The Lord of Host is called His name.” (Amos 5:13)

The language of the day and night,
And morphemes of the universe,
There is no tongue or ethnic group,
Who can not hear these stars converse.

Their speech is like a plumb-line’s guide,
That stretches over all the land,
If one would dare to bend off-plumb,
He’ll be destroyed by God’s own hand.

The sun, nomadic, from his tent,
Now burst to cast ethereal dawn,
As would a groom from nuptial suite,
An athlete poised, prepared to run.

He rises from the edge of sky,
His tireless race to swiftly speed.
His circuit compasses the earth,
And nothing can escape his heat.
The God who made,
All this displayed,
And burns his law upon our souls,
Must thus deserve –
with no reserve –
All men who live upon earth’s face,
To praise Him for eternal grace.