Beginnings of our world,

The goodness of Your hand.

It didn’t take us long

Making messes on land.

Adam, Eve, and Noah,

Abraham and Sarah,

Ten brothers, and two more,

The patriarch era.

Self, curved in on itself:

Foolish “drama,” conflicts,

Egos, pride, fights and strife,

Childish quarrels, nitpicks.

By nature ego spews,

Today, every day,

I will bring on the blues.

Is there another way?

Prophecies! One will come,

Human nature’s Changer!

And by His love and pow’r

Makes me a new creature!