The Testament Of Living Poem by Chris Schleier, Jr.

Of what Gods make, there is no end.
That pow'r was wrought in deeps and space.
Those pow'rs endowed on High to trend
created worlds, and stars, and race.

Elohim, Eternal Father,
Noble God of night and day
orchestrates the Holy Grandeur
where His purpose would display....

'Let there be light, and darkness too.
Let land, and water separate.
Adorn the flow'rs, and grass with dew
that, thereby, they may germinate.

Hills and mountains, woods and fields
let us form upon the plain:
Homes for beasts and other yields
for grounds to multiply and reign.

And, underneath it, in the deep;
Seldom where a beast will see,
Let the waters be the keep
of the creatures of the sea.

And now, My Greatest Hosts on High,
in our image, let us make
The Testament of Living by
creating man for glory's sake!

For, behold, this is my glory
and, also shall it be my plan:
To bring forth immortality
and eternal life to man.

At last, before they come back home
and live with me eternally:
They must exalt, and pure become
or else they can not dwell with me!