His Masterpiece

In the beginning was the word

The word was God

In his spirit was The Artist

Perfected form

And so God formed in seven days

A canvas white

For strokes of paint that would create

His Masterpiece

The Angels saw and then with tears

They praised Him

The devil saw and then with fear

It cursed Him

And still He works untiring

With steady hands

Though far from done it soon will be

His Masterpiece