On the seventh day, GOD rested,
Maybe on the eighth day the world he tested;
Perhaps he shook the world with the clap of his hands,
Which then separated the continents and all the lands,
Then perhaps after all those major quakes;
GOD then let it rain, to create our rivers and our lakes.
Maybe GOD then decided to let the winds blow,
So, he then unleashed the twisters and the tornado;
Then upon the earth landscapes were destroyed and moved,
And after they were finished, the aftermath GOD approved,
GOD probably then nodded his head as he was very pleased;
Then he called for a strong wind; so he sneezed.
GOD probably then allowed the first thunderstorm,
Just to see how well upon the earth it would perform;
With a bright flash in the sky then came the thunderous sound,
As though GOD'S mighty finger had touched the ground;
Then after the tests were all finished, GOD was satisfied;
As this world for man, GOD had just purified.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem