Before man slurred off his muddy well
God was.
Before he learned his feet to move
God covered deep
Before the strength hanged from your shoulders
He held the might of all armies.
Before man found a nest in nature
The fleeting realities we cling on
God me the forever celestials
And anchored it on his palm.
Before man tore down to build
Frail and tiny beauties on a dying world
God make miracles off an empty void
He is still is who calls to be
Where it be lacked.
Your best but when all else halts.
