He toiled and slaved every day
Never faltering along the way.
There was a job to be done
After seven days He knew He'd won.
Was His kingdom right, with not one mistake?
Was it perfect every river and lake?
Were His children ready to rule His prize?
His creation so very large in size.
On the Seventh day. His day of rest,
He touched the heavens and they were blest.
He bent His head and kissed the earth
For now He knew it's total worth.
