The Sculptor of the Earth

The sculptor of earth

The sculptor sculpts

A world with trees and plants

More animals one can imagine

Mountain high

Valleys low

Oceans deep

Then the sculptor takes up his paint brush

Paint the colors of roses

And vibrant hues of fish

He paints camouflage

And red earth

And gemstones of beauty

He puts down his paint brush and picks up his clay

He forms arms

And head

And feet

Gives it a face

Then takes a deep breath and blows

Filling his lungs

But he needs a mate

So the sculptor puts the being to sleep

And takes a rib

And repeats forming arms

Head, and face and give her a face

Breaths life and it was good.

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Psalm 119:93 (New International Version) I will never forget your precepts, for by them you have preserved my life.

TTFN and God Bless you and Keep you