Who was it sculpt this might globe and cast it into space, to spin eternally through time and be our dwelling place?

Who was it sparkled diamonds bright across that inky void called night, then lit the sun and moon to melt that darkness into light?

Who sowed the rosy apply tree and gave the eagle flight, and made the tumbling puppies play to give our eyes delight?

Who hung the willow by the brook and set the swallows free, and spread the grass across the fields and launched the bumble bee?

Who set the leafy vine to trap the sweetness of the sun, in golden jars to cheer our hearts when yeastie's work is done?

Who took red mud from Eden's stream and made an image of Himself and gave it heart to dream?

Who took a rib from Adam's cage in deep hynotic trance and with it formed the eyes and thighs that set his heart adance?

Who was this great Creator God, Jehovah, El Shaddai, T'was He who knelt to wash men's feet -- t'was Him we crucify.