From the empty devouring maw of the dark sea

From the vast endless breathless empty

The eternal king exhaled the heavens forth

Where no thing dwelled, all came to be

It was in his song where death could not walk

and all was sweet with the taste of life

From his lips spilt the valleys rivers and seas

Off his breath floated trees, bees, and all that was green

He spoke such that it must be

The boughs laden with golden flowers; mirth bubbling

from every spring.

From the law of his word we were meant to bow the knee

It is on the eve of rest I wish to return to dwell

for when the king of heaven spoke

All dark empty nothingness was dispelled