Creation

It was formless and void So useless and vain With a spirit, Holy one Moving and moving, over and over Then it found a word In it, the day and the night Then it found a word In it, the heavens were discovered Oh! a word it found With the plants and the seeds With the trees and the fruits Yielding and producing after their kind And the word became light Showing seasons, days and years The fishes in the seas The birds in the skies The beast of the earth All came from the word The spirit and the word A deep connection, made these things For it was good