If we could have been there “Creation Morn,”
When God (I speak reverently) played in dirt,
And glimpsed His pleasure in making man,
(And seen His grimace at thoughts of hurt).
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If we could’ve watched Him lattice the heavens
With a trillion stars at a splash,
And felt Him harness ‘lectric lightning,
Giving it, its sizzle and flash,
3
If we could have stood by in wonder,
As He “finished” the peacock’s tail,
And sensed His majestic power
When He first “invented” hail.
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If we could have seen – from freckled feather,
To the smallest azure lagoon,
We’d have seen Him “step back,” with pleasure,
Gently signing it all “Triune!”
– eab, Mar. ’95, Oelrichs, SD