He sat down to slowly write When only few could or would His intensity labeled this a task Not dismissed with "I should" Where rough stone walls Met with a bare earth floor The shadowy figure bended With his back to the open door The day wore on; then night. He knew not of many wonders Now unfolded for us to see But search amidst men’s blunders Had set some truths free "In the beginning" was not all chaos Life was the result of a plan Which included both humor and pathos. "In the Beginning God created" Preparing for men to reap and sow He would write these few words So that men might always know That they were not just creatures Left adrift with nowhere to go That each was a part of man’s destiny And each had his own row to hoe That God walked in the garden Interested in the life of each one Concerned more with the motives Than how much had been done. No longer was the writer alone He had help in what he wrote His task was not a whole melody But just to sound the first note "In the Beginning was God".