The earth was bare like an blank canvas
your voice made powerful commandments
you are the artist and the creation was your whiteboard
with Adam you made him from dust
you didn't make him with your imagination
no need for paintbrushes the canvas is filled in based on your life
you lived life twice and it made a huge impact
like an huge art gallery you have disciples all over the world viewing your exhibit which is the universe flowing with your holy ghost
in your vision I'm exactly the description you made before your eye
Humans are your art pieces valuable behind art glass especially made with your hands
Being "Made In His Image"
we always last