I always wondered Who made the clear blue sky And exhibited goosebumps When the moon and stars appeared at night The highest mountain and the deepest valley Who made them all so perfectly? I entered grandmaβs large room To get answers to my questions And there she was, sleeping soundly Breathing the morning away I sat close to her big brown bed Sitting and watching her beautiful face I also wanted to ask her Who made her pretty face? At last she awoke, Quamin she called As she turned and sat on the bed Grandma itβs me Amba I said As I struggled to sit on her bed Granny seemed not to make us out at all When her glasses lay idle somewhere Oh my! she exclaimed apologetically As she brushed her feeble hands through my hair How may I help you my little angel? She asked with smiling eyes Grandma I want to know from you Who made the world so beautifully? She smiled at me and whispered to me Only my small ear could hear His name is God was what I heard Neither once nor twice but thrice Her words and the truth sounded so true I smiled as though I knew this God I told her I wanted us to visit God So I could give him fruits and pie She drew me closer and closer to her with her two giant and feeble arms And told me that God is here I was amazed to hear this again and again She told me God is everywhere Omnipresent is the word she used And mentioned other Omni words She told me there is a creation story And promised to tell me the story at night While I rested in her warm embrace I knew grandma was the best Even more amazing is the faithful God we serve The day and night he made on the first day And the wide sky on the second day On the third day he created the land and grass The sun moon and stars came fourth On the fifth day fishes and birds appeared Animals and humans he made on the sixth day He rested on the blessed seventh day And saw that what he created was good Oh! The charming creation story she told Is the greatest story indeed!