An Another Account Of The Creation Poem by JOBY JOHN

An Another Account Of The Creation



I, your Saviour let you being
Why you 'beauty' not with me?
I, your Saviour let you being.
Dogs and cows know to whom they are.
Once you slept and I made your ribs out
When you rose up, here your partner.
I, your Saviour let you master.

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