How can I tell with words, of the beginning of the universe, of the artist and his easil, what held his creation up, how can I comprehend.
Within the realms of infinite, a never ending void, you spoke into the darkness made the light, dancing waves of light.
You hung the stars and made the planets that circle around our sun, You made the creatures on the planet, you thought up every one.
In those days you tuned the birds and the whistling wind through trees, the creatures danced when you gave them life, with all you were well please.
On day six you gathered clay and placed it on your wheel, the ones you made with inspiration were formed to look like you, they were formed to look like you, Yeah.