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Author. Nothing his radar Escapes. All things he knows, Even the wind that blows. All gods ere him stoop, bowing Together to the majesty in Heaven's realm. Great his manifold Wonders. Excellent every craft And work of his hand. The world Whole waltz upon his golden cart. Man, the opus of his creation: The only in his image cast. Unequalled in form and fashion-- From his first to his last. Nought exits that was uncreated; Nonfictional be the Genesis' account. Scores of theories scientists great invented-- All, Scripture and faith, does discount. In awe stand: the Alpha hail; laud the Omega.
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
Man, the Opus
Author. Nothing his radar Escapes. All things he knows, Even the wind that blows. All gods ere him stoop, bowing Together to the majesty in Heaven's realm. Great his manifold Wonders. Excellent every craft And work of his hand. The world Whole waltz upon his golden cart. Man, the opus of his creation: The only in his image cast. Unequalled in form and fashion-- From his first to his last. Nought exits that was uncreated; Nonfictional be the Genesis' account. Scores of theories scientists great invented-- All, Scripture and faith, does discount. In awe stand: the Alpha hail; laud the Omega.
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
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